Feign being ballbusted

As you stumble out of the bushes, you drop to your hands and knees, and start groaning theatrically. The hot girl with the french pedicure and anklet raises an eyebrow skeptically. Her toes wiggle in the grass, drawing your gaze. She smirks.

"Oh really? Another girl just got you, huh?" She saunters closer, her hips swaying. "Let's see the damage then, ball-boi."

Her eyes flick down to your cupped hands. The anklet jingles softly as she steps even closer, invading your personal space. You can smell her perfume - a light, floral scent that makes your head spin.

"Show me those bruised balls," she purrs, her breath hot on your neck. "Or are you just trying to get out of our little duel?"

Her foot slides forward, toes brushing against your ankle. The threat is clear - she's ready to kick at a moment's notice.

"Well?" she prompts, impatient. "What's it gonna be? Show me those nuts or prepare to lose them."

"OK!" you say, with an exaggerated gasp, "Just... need to puke... first... guh..."

The girl's skepticism remains, her painted toes tap impatiently on the grass, but she decides to believe you for the moment. "Fine," she sighs, rolling her eyes. "But make it quick. I've got balls to bust."

She steps back slightly, giving you space but keeping a watchful eye. Her anklet jingles softly as she shifts her weight.

"You better not be faking," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "I've popped plenty of liars' nuts before. Trust me, you don't want to join that club."

Her gaze travels down your body, lingering on your cupped hands. A wicked smile plays at her lips. "Though I gotta say, the thought of finishing what that other girl started... it's pretty tempting." She licks her lips slowly, deliberately. The threat in her eyes is clear - she's ready to strike at any moment.

"Clock's ticking, ball-boi. Puke or prepare to lose those precious family jewels." she says, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Just... need a bucket..." you gasp, pretending to be nauseous. The girl rolls her eyes and nudges a nearby bucket towards you with her foot. As it scrapes across the ground, she crosses her arms impatiently.

"There. Now hurry up," she demands, her toe tapping rhythmically against the grass. The sound of her anklet jingling with each tap seems to echo in your ears.

Her eyes never leave you as you bend over the bucket, your stomach actually churning now from the mixture of anticipation and fear. The scent of her perfume wafts over you again, making your head spin.

"You know," she muses, her voice low and sultry, "if you really were ballbusted, you'd be puking your guts out by now. Not just... hovering."

She takes a step closer, her shadow falling over you. You can feel the heat radiating from her body.

"Maybe you need some... encouragement?"

Her foot lifts slightly, hovering dangerously close to your exposed groin. The threat is clear - puke or get kicked.

But in the meantime the 2 boys that were sneaking up behind her are finally close enough and, using your distraction, kick her pussy from behind! They land 5 or 6 brutal cuntbusts while she is still stunned from the first hit and can't defend herself.

The girl's eyes widen in shock. "UNGH!" she grunts, doubling over as the kicks land squarely on her mound. The boys don't let up, their strong kicks slamming into her **** cunt again and again.

"F-fuck!" she gasps, her legs trembling as she struggles to stay upright. You can see the pain etched across her face, her cocky demeanor shattered.

The sound of foot meeting flesh echoes in the air, punctuated by her pained cries. Her hands fly to her abused pussy, trying desperately to protect herself, but it's too late.

"M-my ovaries," she whimpers, sinking to her knees. Her face is pale, sweat beading on her forehead as nausea clearly overtakes her.

The boys high-five each other, grinning triumphantly. "How's that feel, bitch?" one taunts. "Not so tough now, are you?"

As the girl crumples to her knees beside the bucket, her body convulses violently. She retches, expelling the contents of her stomach into the container. The acrid smell of vomit fills the air.

"Nngh... my ovaries..." she moans between heaves, her face contorted in agony. Her hands clutch at her abused pussy, fingers digging into the tender flesh as if trying to soothe the deep, throbbing pain.

The two boys who kicked her stand back, admiring their handiwork with smug grins. One of them nudges you with his elbow. "Nice distraction," he chuckles. "She never saw it coming."

The girl continues to retch, her body shaking with each painful spasm. She struggles to catch her breath between bouts of vomiting.

"F-fuck... you... assholes," she manages to gasp out, glaring up at the three of you with hatred in her eyes. But it's clear she's in no condition to fight back, at least for now.