Curl up for a while and recover

You curl up on the ground, **** for the ball pain to recede.

"Want me to finish him off?" the brunette asks, pussy visibly quivering with the thought of eliminating another pair of spunkmakers.

"Nah, let him suffer a bit," the MILF replies, running a hand over her own smooth pussy. "I love watching boys squirm after I pop a nut. It's so... satisfying."

They stand over you, admiring their handiwork (or footwork?) as you writhe in agony. Your remaining testicle throbs in sympathy, knowing it's only a matter of time before it meets the same fate.

Looking up you see the MILF and petite brunette looming over you, their sexy feet mere inches from your face as you lie curled up on the ground. Despite the agonizing pain radiating from your ruptured right testicle, you feel your cock stiffen at the sight.

"Aww, look at that," the MILF coos, wiggling her French-pedicured toes. "Even with a popped nut, he's getting hard for our feet. What a pathetic little ball-boi."

The brunette giggles, her pink-painted toes flexing. "Maybe we should give him a closer look before we bust his other ball?" Your eyes fixate on their feet, drinking in every detail - the smooth arches, the delicate ankles, the perfectly painted nails. Your cock throbs painfully, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

The MILF and brunette burst into laughter as your cock twitches violently, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the arena floor. Their giggles echo around you as your body betrays you, orgasming helplessly from the mere sight of their perfect feet.

"Oh my god, what a loser!" the brunette cackles, wiggling her pink toes. "He just came from looking at our feet!" The MILF smirks, pressing her French-pedicured toes closer to your face. "I bet that load took all the fight out of you, didn't it?" Your cock continues to pulse, dribbling the last drops of cum. The scent of their feet mingles with the musky odor of your release, making your head spin.

The MILF chuckles, her eyes glinting with amusement as she turns to her petite companion. "Oh honey, you've got so much to learn about busting balls," she purrs. "When a boy's nut pops, it often triggers a massive ejaculation. It's like their body's last **** attempt to spread their seed before they're taken out of the gene pool."

She gestures at your pulsing cock and the puddle of cum beneath you. "See? His right ball is toast, and now he's painting the floor white. It's pathetic, really, but oh so satisfying to watch."

The brunette's eyes widen with fascination. "Wow, I had no idea! So we could make him cum again if we pop his other one?" "Oh, absolutely," the MILF grins wickedly, her large breasts bouncing as she turns to her petite companion. "Watch this, sweetie," she says, gesturing towards you. "When a boy's ball pops, it's like their whole world explodes."

She leans in closer, her hot breath tickling your ear. "See how he's turning green? That nausea is just the beginning. Soon, he'll be puking his guts out."

The brunette's eyes widen with fascination. "Wow, their balls really are that sensitive?"

"Oh honey, you have no idea," the MILF chuckles. "One pop and they're practically useless. Two pops and they're out of the game entirely."

She runs a manicured finger along your jaw, forcing you to look up at her. "Isn't that right, sweetie? Want to tell us how it feels to lose half your manhood?"

Your stomach churns violently, the pain from your ruptured testicle radiating through your entire body. The MILF's words barely register as you fight to keep from vomiting.

The MILF grins wickedly as she pushes a bucket towards you with her foot. "There you go, sweetie. Wouldn't want you making a mess all over the arena floor."

As your stomach heaves, she turns to the brunette. "See? Right on schedule. His body's rejecting that busted nut."

You grip the bucket, your knuckles white as you retch violently. The acrid taste of bile fills your mouth as you empty your stomach contents.

The brunette wrinkles her nose. "Gross. Does this always happen?"

"Oh yes," the MILF purrs, her eyes gleaming. "It's part of the fun. Watch his cock, though. Even while he's puking, it'll start to twitch..."

She's right. Despite the agony in your groin and the nausea wracking your body, your cock begins to stiffen. Pre-cum beads at the tip as your body prepares to evacuate the damaged testicle.

"Ooh, I see it!" the brunette squeals, clapping her hands excitedly. "What should we do now?"

The MILF chuckles, her large breasts jiggling as she turns to her petite companion. "You know what, sweetie? Let's leave this poor boy to stew in his own juices for a bit. It's more fun that way."

She runs a manicured finger along your jaw, making you shudder. "Don't go anywhere, handsome. We'll be back to finish you off later."

The brunette pouts, eyeing your twitching cock. "But I wanted to see him cum..."

"Patience, darling," the MILF coos. "There are plenty of other ball-bois to play with. Let's go find some fresh meat and give this one time to really appreciate his predicament."

The two women stand over you, their pussies glistening with excitement. The MILF's landing strip is damp with arousal, while the brunette's smooth mound practically drips. They giggle, clearly enjoying your suffering.

"Try not to get that other nut popped before we get back," the MILF teases. "We want to do that ourselves!"