Savior in Black Leather

Standing in the doorway was a vision of beauty, she stood well over six feet, her hair was obsidian in color and shine. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow when she saw me, and then darkened when she saw my situation. I wish I could say I saw all of this, but nope, like any other guy her massive E cup tits in that black leather vest was all I noticed. Well, not all I noticed I also noticed she had one helluva an ass covered by a black leather micro mini. Yeah I figured the woman had a leather fetish or something, but I wasn't going to argue one bit cause she walked up on stiletto heels smiled sweetly to me as she reached down the jocks body and grabbed him by the balls. Not the nice feel good grab of the balls. The whole Noxzema Jackson “Do you like my nails” kinda grab. I wanted to scream in pain cause I swear to god she was trying to castrate the guy from pure pressure. The cheerleader girlfriend started screaming her head off until the woman's other hand whipped out and slapped her silly. You know I found out people really to a full 360 degree spin when they get bitched slapped by someone a lot stronger than them. I was now firmly on my ass cause the jock dropped me after his nuts were turned into powder. Looking up at the woman who had just saved me as she was glaring at the cheerleader I did the only thing I could think to do. I curled up into the fetal position covered my junk and squeaked out “Please don't crush'em.”

It was like the light was turned on in the woman's head as she realized what she was still doing. Letting go of the poor guy she leaned down and in the softest, sweetest voice I had ever heard. “Are you the one that they call Dmitri?”