Fight Keisha

"Ooh, you picked our nausea specialist!" Abella grins wickedly. "Better not eat breakfast before fighting Keisha!"

"Yeah, her kicks make boys super sick," Kleio adds, her pink toes wiggling excitedly. "Last week I watched her make three guys puke their guts out with just love taps to their nuts."

"Her kicks may not pop balls as fast as mine," Janice explains, her black-painted toes drumming against the floor, "but they don't need to. One tap from her and your nuts will be swimming in stomach acid."

"The trick is her aim," Janice explains, running her black-painted toes through your hair. "She hits the nerves just right, sends waves of nausea straight to your stomach. Most boys start dry heaving after the first kick."

Keisha steps forward, her toned black body glistening as she stretches her legs. Her french pedicured toes flex menacingly as her D-cup breasts bounce with each movement. Her brazilian pussy is already getting wet with anticipation.

"That's right," Keisha purrs. "I may not pop balls as fast as Janice or make boys cum like Kleio, but I guarantee you'll be tasting your breakfast again real soon. Ready to dance, ball boi?"

The other girls back away, forming a circle around you and Keisha. Their various foot jewelry glints in the light as they prepare to watch the show. Keisha's size 7 feet with their perfect french pedicure are positioned to strike your **** testicles at any moment.

"Trust me, you'll need this," Janice smirks, sliding a large plastic bucket toward you with her black-painted toes. "Keisha's specialty is making boys puke their guts out while their balls are trying to crawl up into their throats."

"Yeah, keep it close," Abella advises, playing with her toe ring. "Last week a guy tried fighting Keisha without a bucket. Made such a mess... His balls AND his breakfast all over the floor."

"Most boys can handle one kick," Kleio adds, her pink toes curling in excitement. "But that second tap? That's when their nuts start swimming and their stomach starts churning."

Keisha just grins, stretching her legs wider to show off her wet brazilian pussy. Her french pedicured toes flex menacingly as she prepares her stance.

"Ready when you are, baby," she purrs. "Let's see what your balls are made of... before I turn them into soup."

The bucket sits within arm's reach as Keisha squares up to fight. Her D-cup breasts bounce slightly with each movement, and her smooth black skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat.

You decide on a last minute change of strategy, and start hammering her firm round tits. Keisha gasps in pain as you land several solid hits to her D-cups, making them bounce violently. Her nipples harden from the **** as she stumbles backward.

"Fuck... my tits..." she groans, but manages to snap her right leg up between your legs. Her french pedicured toes just graze your balls - a warning shot.

The light tap sends a wave of nausea through your gut, making you pause your **** on her breasts. That split-second of hesitation is all she needs to regain her composure.

Keisha's breasts are red and sore as she rubs them, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "That was dirty... now I'm going to make you throw up everything you've eaten this week."

The bucket suddenly seems very far away as Keisha takes up an aggressive fighting stance, her brazilian pussy glistening with anticipation of ****.

Stomach churing already from her slight love tap, you decide you can't win and don't want to suffer. "Bitches... got me..." you groan, opening your legs wide and pushing your throbbing orbs out. "Just make it... quick..."

"Aww, giving up already?" Keisha taunts, her french pedicured toes flexing. "That was barely a love tap..."

"His balls must be extra sensitive today," Abella giggles, playing with her toe ring.

"Or maybe he just knows what's coming," Janice adds, her black-painted toes curling in anticipation.

Keisha approaches slowly, her D-cups still red from your ****. She places her right foot directly between your spread legs, her french pedicured toes just brushing against your **** balls.

"Since you were kind enough to open up for me..." she purrs, drawing her leg back. "I'll make sure to hit them just right. One solid kick should have you hugging that bucket for hours."

Her brazilian pussy glistens as she prepares to unleash her specialty kick - the one that sends boys straight to nausea town.

THWACK!

Keisha's foot rockets upward, her french pedicured toes connecting perfectly with your exposed testicles. The impact sends shockwaves through your entire reproductive system as your balls compress against your pelvis.

"Bullseye!" she purrs, watching your face turn green.

The nausea hits instantly - worse than any ballbust you've ever taken. Your nuts feel like they're trying to climb up your throat as your stomach does backflips. Both testicles throb with a deep, nauseating ache that spreads through your whole abdomen.

"Quick, get the bucket!" Abella calls out as you start to gag.

"Told you he'd need it," Janice laughs, her black-painted toes wiggling excitedly.

Your balls feel like they're swimming in sick as you grab the bucket just in time. Wave after wave of nausea crashes over you as your nuts continue pulsing with that special kind of pain that only Keisha can deliver.

"That's it, let it all out," Kleio teases as you start to heave. "And we're just getting started..."

Keisha readies another kick while you're hunched over the bucket, her brazilian pussy dripping with excitement.

THWACK!

Keisha's signature kick lands perfectly again, her french pedicured toes crushing your already nauseated nuts against your pelvis. The impact sends both testicles shooting up into your lower abdomen as fresh waves of sickness wash over you.

"There go his balls, right up into his stomach!" Abella exclaims, adjusting her toe ring excitedly.

Your vision blurs as your testicles throb somewhere near your lungs. Each pulse sends fresh waves of nausea coursing through your body. You can barely lift your head from the bucket as yesterday's dinner makes a surprise reappearance.

"Two kicks and he's already painting the bucket," Kleio giggles, her pink toes wiggling. "That's a new record!"

"My special technique never fails," Keisha purrs, rubbing her brazilian pussy as she watches you suffer. "The trick is hitting them at just the right angle... makes their balls dance with their breakfast."

Your stomach churns violently as your displaced testicles pulse with nauseating agony. You can feel them trying to descend back down, but each throb sends fresh waves of sickness through your gut.

"Should I help those swimmers back down?" Keisha asks sweetly, preparing another kick. "Or let them float a while longer?"

THWACK!

"Already puking? Perfect - that means your balls are nice and sensitive now," Keisha purrs, watching you empty your stomach into the bucket. Her second kick lands with surgical precision, her french pedicured toes finding that sweet spot right under your testicles.

Your nuts spasm and try to retreat upward as a fresh wave of nausea crashes over you. The room spins as you heave again.

THWACK!

"The third one always makes them extra queasy," she explains to the other girls as her foot connects again. Your balls feel like they're floating in a sea of sick, each throb sending fresh waves of nausea through your body.

"Look at his face!" Abella giggles, adjusting her toe ring. "He's turning every shade of green!"

Your testicles are swollen and tender but intact - Keisha knows exactly how hard to kick to maximize nausea without causing permanent damage. Each impact makes your nuts feel more and more like they're trying to crawl up your throat.

"Want another taste?" Keisha asks, flexing her toes as she prepares another kick. Her brazilian pussy is dripping with excitement as she watches you dry heave into the bucket.

"Finally empty?" Keisha smirks, her french pedicured toes still resting against your aching balls. "Your stomach might be, but those nuts are still full..."

"His face matches my pedicure now," Kleio giggles, wiggling her pink toes.

"At least he used the bucket," Janice adds, her black-painted toes tracing patterns on the floor. "Most boys just spray everywhere after Keisha's done with them."

Your testicles throb with a deep, nauseating ache. They feel tender and swollen, but amazingly still intact - testament to Keisha's precise control. Your stomach muscles are sore from heaving as you wipe your mouth.

"Thanks for being such a good sport," Keisha purrs, her brazilian pussy glistening. "Most boys try to run after the first kick. But you took four like a champ. Your balls might be feeling sick, but at least they're still in one piece..."

She flexes her toes against your nuts one last time, sending a final wave of queasiness through your gut.

"So... I get to keep them..."? you ask hopefully, looking up at Keisha, but she just smiles and delivers a coup de grace that double pops you.

CRUNCH!

Her foot rockets upward with brutal ****, completely different from her previous precision kicks. Both your testicles compress and then explode simultaneously against your pelvis, the impact so perfect it turns them both to goo in a single strike.

"FUCK! She double-popped him!" Abella gasps, her toe ring glinting as she jumps excitedly.

"That's our nausea queen," Janice grins, her black-painted toes curling with delight. "Makes them puke their guts out, then pops their nuts when they least expect it."

You collapse to your knees, your now-empty sack throbbing with a different kind of pain than before. No more nausea - just the hollow ache of destroyed testicles.

"Thanks for the dance, baby," Keisha purrs, rubbing her brazilian pussy as she admires her handiwork. "Hope you enjoyed your last load, because that's all she wrote..."

The other girls gather around to congratulate Keisha on another perfect finish as you try to process what just happened to your manhood.