Wait for the brunette to leave the MILF alone

You heard that tittybusting instead of cuntbusting is more effective against D cup and bigger tits, so you wait for the brunette to leave so you can attack the MILF. Almost as soon as she is alone, you go for her tits and - as expected - she goes directly to the balls. You trade 4 or 5 shots until you both back off, both feeling sick.

The MILF staggers back, clutching her ample chest. "Fuck, my tits!" she groans, wincing in pain. "I'll make you pay for that, ball boi!"

She lunges forward, aiming a vicious kick right between your legs. You try to dodge but her foot connects, sending shockwaves of agony through your groin.

Gasping, you retaliate with another strike to her breasts. Your fist sinks into the soft flesh, eliciting a pained cry from the MILF.

This brutal exchange continues, neither of you willing to back down. By the fifth blow, you're both swaying on your feet, faces pale and sweaty.

"Had enough, boy?" the MILF taunts, though her voice wavers. "I've popped plenty of nuts bigger than yours."

You're about to respond when a wave of nausea hits. The MILF doesn't look much better, massaging her abused chest with shaking hands.

despite the pain, the MILF's body is clearly aroused. Her nipples stand erect, poking through her fingers as she clutches her breasts. A glistening sheen of moisture is visible on her inner thighs and pussy lips.

Her large DD breasts hang heavy and full, defying gravity despite their size. Dark pink areolas surround prominent nipples that stand erect, begging for attention. A thin sheen of sweat makes her skin glisten in the arena's harsh lighting.

Her stomach, while not perfectly flat, shows the softness of motherhood. A faint line of stretch marks traces across her lower abdomen, a testament to her MILF status. Your eyes are drawn to the neat landing strip of dark pubic hair above her pussy.

Her labia are slightly swollen from arousal, glistening with moisture. You can see her clit peeking out from its hood, engorged and sensitive. Her thighs are shapely, with just a hint of cellulite that adds to her mature allure.

Turning slightly, she reveals a round, firm ass that still maintains its perkiness. Her back arches gracefully, accentuating her curves.

Her feet, size 7, are well-manicured with a sexy French pedicure. Long, toned legs complete the package, leading your gaze back up to her enticing pussy.

She notices your gaze and smirks, despite her discomfort. "Like what you see? Too bad you won't be able to do anything once I scramble those eggs."

Her eyes flick down to your crotch, lingering on your own obvious arousal. "Mmm, looks like you're enjoying this too. I bet those big, swollen balls of yours are just aching to empty themselves. Want me to help with that?"

"Oh honey, those big balls of yours look so full and achy," she purrs. "I bet they're just begging for release. But we both know how this ends - with those swollen nuts of yours turning to mush under my feet."

Shaking your head vigerously, you regain focus and avoid her trap. You rush forward taking both her large, round tits in your hands, determined to crush your way to victory.

The MILF gasps as you grab her sensitive breasts, her fingers instinctively clenching around your **** testicles. You both grimace in pain, locked in a battle of endurance.

"You've got some grip there, boy," she hisses through gritted teeth. "But how long can those balls of yours hold out?"

Her fingers knead and squeeze your aching orbs, sending waves of nausea through you. But you don't let up, your hands working her soft breast tissue, feeling her nipples harden against your palms.

"Fuck," she groans, her legs trembling slightly. "Don't think this means you've won. I've crushed tougher nuts than yours."

The air is thick with the scent of sweat and arousal as you both struggle to maintain your grip. Your balls feel like they're on fire, but you can see the pain in her eyes too.

The nausea is growing rapidly, and the MILF recoils in disgust as your vomit splatters across her heaving breasts. "Fuck..." she snarls, her grip on your balls tightening reflexively. The added pressure makes your vision blur, but you stubbornly maintain your hold on her tits.

"Two can play at that game," she growls. With a grunt of effort, she increases the pressure on your balls sharply. The sudden spike of agony causes you to involuntarily release another stream of vomit.

Her breasts heave with each breath, still glistening with a mix of sweat and vomit. Despite the mess, her nipples remain hard and her pussy wet - a testament to her arousal even in this brutal contest.

The MILF smirks, her eyes gleaming with a mix of arousal and predatory intent. She begins to explain, her voice husky:

"Oh honey, it's simple biology. Those delicate little orbs of yours? They're packed with nerve endings. When a girl gets her hands on them and starts squeezing, it's like setting off fireworks in your belly. The pain shoots straight to your gut, making you want to hurl."

She takes a step closer, her breasts swaying hypnotically. "And you boys, you're just not built to take it. Your balls are so sensitive, so ****. One good squeeze and you're doubled over. Two, and you're puking your guts out. Three? Well, that's usually game over."

Her fingers flex, as if imagining your testicles in her grasp. "Girls, on the other hand? We can take a lot more punishment. Our tits might be sensitive, but they're not our weak point like your balls are. We can keep fighting long after most boys are curled up in a ball, crying for their mommies."

She licks her lips, eyeing your crotch hungrily. "So in a squeeze-off? Boys almost always lose. It's just a matter of time before those precious family jewels of yours give up the ghost.

You gag again for a second, and the HURK! Give up another small heave of stomach acid.

The MILF staggers back, her face pale and her body trembling. Despite her bravado, it's clear the intense squeeze-off has taken its toll on her as well. She wipes her mouth, grimacing at the taste of bile.

"Fuck," she mutters, her voice hoarse. "You've got more stamina than I gave you credit for, kid. But don't think this is over. I've popped tougher nuts than yours."

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. Her legs are shaky, and she's clearly fighting against her own nausea. The arena around you seems to spin as you both struggle to remain standing.

"One more good squeeze," she pants, "and you're done for. Think you can take it?"

You close your eyes and try to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Your testicles are almost completely flattened, when suddently the MILF collapses to her knees, clutching her abused breasts. "I can't... I can't go on," she whimpers, tears streaming down her face. "You've tittybusted me good, kid. I never thought... never imagined a boy could outlast me like this."

Her once proud DD breasts hang limply, red and swollen from the brutal ****. She looks up at you, a mix of pain and grudging respect in her eyes. "You win this round, stud. But don't get cocky. There are plenty more girls out there ready to turn those balls of yours into paste."

With a final groan, she slumps to the ground, effectively eliminated from the competition. You've survived your first encounter, but at a cost. Your balls ache fiercely, and your stomach still churns from the intense squeeze-off.

As you catch your breath, you hear sounds of other battles nearby. The tournament is far from over.