I’ve been thinking about those big, hairy balls of yours. Some might call them “trophy balls” but I call them cushions for my stilettos.
I had to laugh when you came over for our “date” and you saw several pairs of boots out. Little did you know, what I had planned for you. You thought we were going to just fuck. My plans were to stomp, trample, and destroy your balls with 4 different pairs of boots.
Let’s be honest, you’ll take me anyway you can but the only way I’ll take you is if I’m kneeing, punching and trampling your balls.
Your Pain, my pleasure.