Fight her head on

The girl's eyes flash with anger as she sees your wobbly state. "Pathetic, ball boi." she snarls, closing in fast. Her feet, the very objects of your fascination, now become weapons as she aims a vicious kick straight at your exposed balls.

You try to dodge, but your reactions are sluggish. Her foot connects with a sickening thud, sending shockwaves of agony through your groin. You double over, gasping for air as nausea washes over you.

"Like my feet now, huh?" she taunts, her toes wiggling mere inches from your face. The French pedicure that mesmerized you earlier now seems to mock your pain. She doesn't relent, pivoting on one foot to deliver another brutal kick to your already aching nuts.

You crumple to the ground, retching from the intense pain. Through tear-filled eyes, you see her towering over you, a predatory grin on her face. "I'm just getting started," she purrs menacingly.

The blonde's eyes glint with sadistic glee as she watches you writhe on the ground. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Feeling queasy yet, ball boi?" she purrs. "Most guys are puking their guts out after just a couple love taps. But you're tougher than that, aren't you?"

Her french-pedicured toes wiggle tantalizingly in front of your face. The anklet jingles softly, drawing your attention to her shapely calves. Despite the throbbing pain in your groin, your cock twitches traitorously.

"Or maybe," she continues, her voice dripping with mock concern, "you just need a little more encouragement to bring up your breakfast. What do you say we find out?"

She takes a step back, clearly readying herself for another devastating kick. Your balls ache in anticipation, still reeling from the first impacts. You know you need to act fast, or risk losing this fight before it's even truly begun, but you can barely move. You let out a defeated groan, and prepare to take her coup de grace right between the legs...

The blonde's demeanor suddenly shifts, her eyes softening as she takes in your crumpled form.

"Well, well," she coos, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Looks like I might've overdone it a bit. Where's the fun if you're down for the count already?" She takes a step back, her french-pedicured toes curling against the arena floor. The anklet jingles softly as she moves.

"Tell you what, ball boi," she says, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I'll give you a moment to catch your breath. Can't have you tapping out before we really get started, can we?" She leans against a nearby wall, her eyes never leaving your prone form. "Come on, up you get. Show me what you're made of. Or are those balls of yours just for show?"

The throbbing in your groin begins to subside slightly, but the memory of her devastating kick lingers. You know this reprieve won't last long. The blonde's eyes light up with cruel delight as you struggle to your feet. "Back for more, huh?" she taunts.

Before you can react, her foot connects with your groin once, twice in rapid succession. Pain explodes through your body, your balls feeling like they're being crushed in a vice. You crumple to your knees again, gasping for air.

"Aww, already?" she mocks, circling you like a predator. Her french pedicure glints in the arena light, your eyes drawn to her feet despite the agony. You feel bile rising in your throat, your stomach churning from the repeated impacts to your sensitive organs. Your cock, betraying you, remains half-hard, a string of precum connecting it to the floor.

"How're those balls feeling now, sweetie? Ready to give up, or should I keep scrambling your eggs?" she purrs, positioning herself for another strike.

Your vision swims, testicles throbbing intensely. You know you're in serious trouble if you don't act fast.