My foot hits his soft dangly testicles by Sarah DiAvola

And he lets Me! Wouldn’t you? I kick him with My knee-high velvet leopard stiletto boots, over and over, from the front, from the back, and when he’s on his knees. he spreads his legs like a good boyfriend and presents his most precious jewels to Me, his loving girlfriend. I use them as a punching bag, pop pop popping them with My f.i.s.t.s until it makes sweet music with the slap sounds and the melody of his screams.

I press My platform deep into his pillows. I wrap My fist around his sack and put on lots of hard pressure, scraping My nails against the pulled-taut skin. With the thin skin pulled tight, it makes a perfect drum. I cackle like a sadistic schoolgirl.

You can see the defeat on his face, each time he nods his head “yes” to My enthusiastic suggestions. Look at the pain in his eyes, scrambled up with blind love and silently screaming for escape. But he’s Mine. All Mine. And he knows he could never find anyone as hot as I am, as cute as I am, as smart as I am, as sweet as I am, ever again. he can’t bear to lose Me, so he endures every kick, knee, punch, slap, and stomp I want to give him!

Oh sweetie, this is so fun! I’m getting really hot and heavy doing this to you. The I’m unleashing onto your soft body is arousing Me to the point of soaking My tiny little panties, and now I want to play with you on the bed! Wanna guess what fun freaky stuff we’re gonna do there?