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cock and ball torture

My cock and ball torture whore called me last night and asked me if I wanted to play again. He told me that he had a big surprise for me if I obliged, and I thought to myself, why not? He sent a car for me and I arrived wearing a little black dress and another pair of pointy black satin shoes. I smoked a joint beforehand to make sure that I was as uninhibited as possible.

Cock and ball torture is painful

He opened the door wearing only his boxer briefs and invited me in. I looked around and saw the entire place was lit with candles and a single chair placed in the middle of the living room. Attached to it was a pair of handcuffs. He gets naked and sits down, putting his hands behind his back. He asks me to cuff him. I oblige. That was when I noticed that he taped his cock to his stomach, exposing his balls. They were freshly shaven, and he told me that he was ready for his punishment. Cock and ball torture to be exact.

I put my hair in a ponytail, and I tickle his balls with the tips of my fingers. I give him an icy cold stare and I tell him that this is going to be rather painful. Cock and ball torture it’s solely for my enjoyment tonight. He needs to know this. I raise my leg, and I forcefully stomp his nuts. He winces in pain and I laugh with delight. This is getting easier and easier. I can do this for a while. I give him another stomping, and then a kick. I’m getting off on cock and ball torture. It’s something that I never thought of doing.

I’m so glad that we met.

Seeing his face turn red excites me. I ball my hand in a fist and punch him hard on his dick. And then another blow and another blow and another blow. Each punch so forceful that it knocks him over still sitting in the chair. That’s when I wail on him, continuing to kick him in his balls until he draws blood. He passes out, and I slap him until comes to. That’s enough for you tonight, whore. I uncuff him and he crawls to his jacket that’s sitting on the couch. He hands me twenty crisp $100 bills and tells me it’s for my troubles. Indeed. I collect my money and I’m out the door, not even caring about whether he’s okay. I take the car home and I put the cash in my stash. He’s going to call me for more cock and ball torture. I know it.