NO! (requires 6 STAMINA)

For what feels like an eternity, you endure the hardest attack on your nuts to date. Tiff is an expert ball breaker, exchanging her feet, pressing then stamping, spreading your legs for a wider target. Your persistence is frustrating her. She screams effort.

"You aren't giving up?"

"Nope" you reply, weakly.

"I swear I'll churn your balls to butter if you don't give!"

"Go on, I'm still fucking you up after."

Schoolgirl is still for a second, her expression is... hard to place. Respect? Lust? She redoubles her grip on your legs & puts all her strength into 1 final pull. You feel your balls push up into your stomach. Every instinct says submit, every desire says no. You're saved, finally, when your foes sweaty hand slips off your ankle, breaking the hold. Tiffany steps away, after a final stomp to your groin. You've survived, somehow, & get a cheer of admiration.

I did it, I'm gonna hurl but I did it.

To relieve some soreness on your sack, you slip off you trunks. Amazingly, you cock is stiff despite the pain. Standing up like the victorious flag after a brutal battle. Except the battle isn't over. The Schoolgirl eyes you. You're still down, she's still up, you're helpless. But she's not attacking, she pulling of her skirt & panties.

"O.K, O.K, I think Tiff is gonna apologise to Little John."

Catcalls wash over the ring. She doesn't seem to hear them, she totally fixated on your fat fucking cock. She's not even looking at you, she's looking at it. At a guess, Schoolgirl is impress by it. It's impressed by her too, bottomless in a white button-up & cutie socks, flush with exertion.

"You still hard?" Her voice is husky & horny.

"Always." So is yours.

"Still gonna fuck me, right?" Fingers rub her pussy.

"Yeah." Fingers flex around your dick.

"Fuck this perfect little pussy? With that everhard cock, huh?" You can hear how wet she is.

"Yeah that's it, come & get it."

Tiff steps up to plate. The wolf whistles are an utter din. Her sweat drips on to your pre-cum.