"Obviously, only if you wanted to! I wouldn't want to pressure you..." You hastily add, acting as if this weren't your plan all along, to have a hippy girl break your balls.
"I... sure! Are *you* sure, though? It's a big commitment..." she replies, surprised.
"Sure! And trust me, I really don't think it'll be that bad..."
With that you open your fly and plop your ballsack out, resting it on the ground beneath you. The girl stands up and stumbles slightly, clearly **** but increasingly eager.
"I was thinking I should stomp on em? That way it'll be quick..." She says, failing to suppress a growing smile. You shrug and agree, completely on board for whatever she chooses.
You spread your legs as she stands beside you, one hand on your head to balance herself as she lifts one foot in the air.
"This is so fucking cool..." She half-mumbles to herself before slamming her foot down with far more **** than you thought her capable of.
*POP*
Your right nut instantly caves in and turns to jelly as it is sandwiched between her heel and the ground, but your left survives relatively untouched.
"Woahhhh... it's so squishy now..." She marvels, wiggling her toes around in your busted ball for more than long enough for the pain to set in.
"Please... the other one..." You struggle to **** out through gritted teeth, your built up pain tolerance from your travels preventing you from fainting.
"Oh yeah, that's right..." She snaps back to reality and immediately lifts and stomps her foot onto your last gonad.
*SQUICK*
It joins it's unfortunate jellied brother beneath her foot as she steps up onto your flat scrotum, twisting her foot back and forth while giggling.
What do you know, the 60s really *do* live up to the hype.
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