Her Cunt Missed Me...

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Her mouth never said it.

But her *cunt* did.

She didn’t whimper,

she *welcomed.*

Didn’t stall,

she *swallowed.*

Because the second I pressed into her—

her cunt *clung*

like I’d been gone

for *far too long.*

—

She didn’t just get wet.

She *gushed.*

Not out of arousal.

Out of *grief.*

Out of that deep aching

only a body can feel

when it's been *emptied*

of what once possessed it.

And I possessed her.

Her cunt remembered that.

Every inch of me.

The curve.

The heat.

The pressure.

It wasn’t sex.

It was *reinstallation.*

—

When I slid in—

slow, deep, deliberate—

I felt her *quiver.*

Not from nerves.

From *recognition.*

Her cunt reacted like it had just heard my name.

Like it had *waited*

and finally felt *found.*

She arched.

Not to perform.

But because her pussy

had been *holding its breath.*

And now it could *exhale.*

—

I whispered,

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

And her cunt *squeezed* me.

That’s not metaphor.

That’s how her body *answered.*

She clenched like a fist around my cock—

desperate, needy,

a kind of pressure

no words can match.

She leaked like a memory broke open.

She *throbbed* like she was crying.

Her cunt was *begging.*

Not just for dick.

For *reconnection.*

—

I fucked her like I was returning

something stolen.

Each thrust

was an apology

for leaving her empty so long.

Each grind

was a love letter

written in pelvic language.

And every squelch of soaked friction?

Was her cunt telling me:

> “Don’t leave again.”

> “You fit where no one else belongs.”

> “I need to *remember* you.”

—

She tried to hide the sounds.

But her pussy outed her.

Every clench was a confession.

Every squirt was a *sob.*

Her legs trembled like her soul recognized mine.

And I didn’t just fuck her body—

I *reclaimed her cunt.*

Because absence is a kind of *violence.*

And I undid it

with rhythm.

—

She came loud.

Hard.

Messy.

Because her body didn’t need buildup.

It needed *closure.*

And when I filled her?

She broke.

She shattered.

Flooded.

Collapsed on my cock

like she was finally whole.

Her cunt didn’t just miss me—

It *needed* me.

And now it won’t ever forget again.

Her Cunt Missed Me... by PantyVoiceTrap

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