Too slow

Seeing my foot begin to rocket down, you raise your arms to try and hold it back, but it’s too little, too late.

Just as you send the strength to divert my leg, it’s already made devastating contact with your orbs, blinding you with pain as I grind your manhood underheel. You lift my leg up and lose the strength just as fast as my foot comes down again.

You whimper in pain as you hover your hands around your crotch, helpless to stop my assault.

I let out a smirk as I eye you. “Think we’re about done here,” I hum, “but first!”

I lift my foot off, giving you relief before I peel your outfit down, exposing your manhood to the heated air of the ring. I grab a handful of your balls, bidding to force you to your feet by them.