More like follow the leader

Zara pins you up against the front door and drives her knee into your balls. You weakly react to her at this point, to which she smiles and grabs onto your cock.

She takes her foot, places it behind yours, and motions you to keep your leg out. You follow her instruction and look away as you know what comes next can't be good.

CRACK

Zara stomps into your knee hard, forcing it to buckle back and nearly trip you over. She squeezes your dick with all her strength, and you remain standing. Tears begin to roll down your face as she buckles your other knee. You can't even cry out in pain well. You're just left a mess who you once were.

You're barely standing at this point, but Zara pulls you by your pathetic dick and centers you in the living room. You have nothing to lean on now and would easily topple over to anything that had some **** to it.

Zara licked the side of your face, and whispered in your ear: "You're a little bitch. Bitches have little dicks. And all little dicks need kicks."

She lets go of you, and lines up in front of you. "So, what are you?"