She Wasn't Shy Around My Cock

????️ TITLE: “She Wasn’t Shy Around My Cock — She Was an Expert.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t glance up for approval like some good girl playing pretend.

She just *took it.*

Like she’d done it before.

Like she was *proud of it.*

Like she *knew* exactly what I was about to sound like

when she wrapped her mouth around my cock

and pushed down

until her throat *hugged the base.*

—

She wasn’t there to impress me.

She was there to *own me.*

The grip.

The rhythm.

The way she stroked the underside

like she had it *mapped.*

She didn’t touch me like I was fragile.

She touched me like I was *hers.*

And when she slid her tongue along the tip,

then looked me in the eyes

and *sucked it slow*

like she was tasting her favorite memory?

My body gave up *early.*

I was already clenching.

Already leaking.

Already *twitched.*

—

She wasn’t shy around my cock.

She was an *expert.*

She stroked it with one hand,

cupped my balls with the other,

and held me still with *nothing but her mouth.*

I moaned before she even moved.

Because she had that look.

That casual confidence.

The kind you only get

when you’ve *collapsed other men* before

and *loved doing it.*

—

She didn’t ask what I liked.

She *read it.*

Read the way my breath stuttered

when she circled her tongue just beneath the ridge.

Read the way I *buckled*

when her hand twisted at the base

and she swallowed me halfway

in one smooth motion.

She was precise.

Relentless.

Hypnotic.

My hips pulsed without permission.

My voice broke on the inhale.

My thighs *shook*

like she had sniped my nervous system

through the back of my spine.

And she still wasn’t done.

—

There was a moment.

A pause.

She had me halfway down her throat,

spit soaking her lips,

my cock pulsing

like I was about to *flood her mouth.*

And she looked up.

Smirked.

And said—

“You close?”

I couldn’t even answer.

She already *knew.*

And then she pushed deeper.

Faster.

Harder.

Until my abs seized.

Until my legs locked.

Until I came with a noise

I’d never made before.

And she swallowed all of it.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t gasp.

Just *moaned* around it.

Like it *fed her.*

—

She didn’t worship it.

She *commanded it.*

She trained my cock to respond

to her grip,

to her voice,

to her fucking *presence.*

And now?

All she has to do is sit down on the bed

and glance at my waistband—

and I’m already hard.

Because my cock remembers her.

Respects her.

*Fears* her a little.

Because she was calm.

She was skilled.

She was *in control.*

She wasn’t shy around my cock.

She was an expert.

And now?

I’m *ruined* for anyone who isn’t.

She Wasn't Shy Around My Cock by PantyVoiceTrap

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