Ball Attack

First you went for her womanly weakness, now to go for her futa weakness. As she’s covering her boobs, you lunge forward and down and drive your fist into her low-hanging balls.

The air is shot out of her lungs and she falls onto her face, her hands now between her thighs, trying to nurse them and catch her breath. You waste little time, however, actually getting off the bed and going behind her.

You push her thighs apart, looking at her ass and hanging cock & balls, a beautiful sight for sure, and you pull back your arm and punch her in the balls again, this time to the underside. She squeals in pain and a little bit of delight, the ****-lover that she is. She tries to curl up into a ball, but you forcefully roll her onto her back, pry her open so you’re now between her legs.

She looks down at you, as you slam your hand between her legs and grab her balls in one hand, squeezing hard as you stand in complete control. Your fingers wrapped around her tender, sensitive balls, that have already been assaulted so badly. She breathlessly begs for you to let them go, as you dig in your fingertips slowly, applying pressure into your palm.

“Do you wanna give up, babe?” You ask, excited for whichever answer she gives.