She’s got Angst

She turns around to face you, you’re nervous and excited, but keeping your cool. “So, we both know why we’re here, is there anything that you’re not cool with? Any limits you wanna establish?” You just shake your head, and tell her you’re fine with whatever she wants. Sandy smiles, “Perfect”, and with that, she winds up and kicks you in the balls with the top of her foot seemingly as hard as she can.

You immediately drop to your knees, cupping your groin with both hands. “I’ve got some shit I need to work out tonight, after that no good, lying... fucking... Move your hands!” She yells at you in her frustration. You do, scared and aroused, and she punts you between the thighs yet again. You feel her toes smack against your sack, and you fall onto all fours.

“Tonight, you’re gonna be the recipient of all my anger at him. Sound good? Now strip down to your underwear, I’m gonna go grab something.” She walks away, you laying on her living room floor. You’ve gotta admit, despite the pain radiating through your body, your dick is rock hard, or as hard as it can be at least.

To avoid her wrath, you quickly strip down to nothing but your boxer briefs, and stand up. You’ve composed yourself, as you heard “Mmmm, now that’s what I like to see. Look at that bulge.” She says, and she’s got something in her hand.