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Chapter 7
by puppy
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Attack her tits
Looking up from your position on your knees, you are in easy reach of her undefended pussy. But you know that won't help you - even if you were both fresh, and your gonads were't already almost goo - she would still have a huge unfair advantage in any low-blow for low-blow exchange. You have to reach her tits!
Gingerly, you start to rise, but trying to stand up puts you in a very **** position. Your legs are open wide and, with one foot flat and one knee on the ground, your two fat orbs are pushed out in front of you and totally open.
She wastes no time totally dominating your testicles with a rapid series of quick kicks. Each shot hard enough to stun you, disabled on the spot and unable to fight back, but not hard enough to ruin your swollen spunkmakers. She expertly keeps them right on the edge of bursting with her perfect toes, and you feel the ball pain all the way in the back of your throat. You feel sick.
Pretty soon you can't take any more. "Stop!" you manage, "I'm gonna puke!"
"Of course you are" she smiles, squatting down and giving you space.
Nausea is radiating up from between your legs, and your breathing becomes labored. "Nice footwork" you say. "Couldn't even move. Balls totally fucked." Then several big heaves take over as you lose the contents of your stomach, half expecting to see 2 testicles resting in the puddle of vomit.
"OK... make it quick... please" you plead, once you recover enough composure to talk.
She answers with a brutal barefoot ball kick that takes you out of the match. You feel both your bubbles burst over her toes right on impact. You slowly slide to the ground, a bag of mushy ball paste where 2 large, firm testicles once sat.
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