Run further into the arena

With the MILF and her petite friend both down, their ovaries turned to mush from your decisive kicks, you leave them behind and sprint further into the arena. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You focus on keeping your legs moving and your balls safe, ignoring the throbbing ache that threatens to slow you down.

The path narrows and then opens up again into another wide clearing. You see a group of three girls standing, talking animatedly as they size up the area. They're clearly confident, but they haven't seen you yet.

The first girl is a tall redhead with fiery hair cascading down her back. Her green eyes flash as she laughs, and her full, round breasts strain against her tight top. Her long legs are toned and she seems to have an athletic edge.

The second girl is a curvy ebony beauty with dark, smooth skin that glistens under the arena lights. Her wide hips and large, firm breasts make her a **** to be reckoned with, and her luscious lips curl into a smirk as she listens to her friends.

The third girl is a sultry brunette with a mischievous glint in her eye. Her slim frame doesn't hide the power in her legs, and her dainty feet tap impatiently on the ground.

You crouch down behind a low hedge, just out of sight, and strain to hear the conversation. The girls' voices drift over the clearing, tinged with a mix of excitement and nostalgia as they reminisce about past victories.

The redhead chuckles, flicking her hair back with a casual toss of her head. "Remember that one guy with the huge balls? He thought he was invincible until I got him with a surprise kick. He went down so hard, I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his head! I bet he won’t ever forget the sound of his own balls cracking."

The ebony beauty nods, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh yeah! And that guy who thought he could handle both of us at once? Poor thing. I felt his nuts turn to jelly under my foot. He was best friends with the bucket by the end."

The brunette giggles, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "And that one who swore he’d never been busted before? I guess I made a lasting impression. He was clutching his junk and begging for mercy after just a few kicks."

Their laughter echoes through the clearing, a chorus of confidence and triumph. It's clear these girls are seasoned ballbusters, each with their own collection of tales from the arena. Their words send a chill down your spine, but also spark a fire of determination within you. You won't be just another story for these girls.

The girls, still unaware of your presence, continue their conversation, their voices carrying over the clearing like a sinister melody.

The redhead crosses her arms, smirking. "I usually need about three solid kicks to have them doubled over and retching. But, you know, it depends on the guy. Some can't even handle two."

The ebony beauty nods knowingly, her lips curving into a smile. "I like to aim for four. By then, they're usually down on their knees, puking their guts out. There's something satisfying about watching a strong guy crumble after just a few well-placed kicks."

The brunette rolls her eyes playfully. "Amateurs," she teases. "Give me two kicks, and they're already turning green. One if I catch them off guard! I haven't met a pair of balls yet that didn't go weak at the knees after a couple of my kicks."

Their laughter mixes with the tension in the air, each girl clearly proud of her ability to bring a boy to his knees. You know you have to stay sharp, keep your wits about you, and outmaneuver them if you want to avoid becoming their next victim.

"I love it when they spray all over my feet," the brunette giggles, wiggling her toes. "The way they just can't help themselves after a few good kicks, spraying hot ropes between my toes. Makes my pedicure all sticky and messy."

The redhead scoffs playfully. "Amateur. Nothing beats having them paint your tits. The way they shoot their last load, knowing their balls are done for... I make them aim right for my nipples."

"You're both missing out," the ebony beauty purrs, running her hands over her smooth thighs. "I make them cum all over my pussy. Something poetic about their last load coating the thing that destroyed them."

"Remember that guy yesterday?" the brunette adds. "Three kicks and his balls were already pushing up into his stomach. By kick five he was painting my feet white. Kick six popped his left nut, and kick seven finished his right. Poor thing couldn't even stand afterwards."

You've heard enough, and decide not to tackle these tough bitches. But you see behind you a large group of girls is approaching fast. They haven't seen you yet, but if they find you, it's going to be an instant testicles firing squad. You have to push forward somehow!