Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I used to be a sweet girl. A kind girl who obeyed like a good girl, but then I began to realize that you boys are bad! You lie and cheat and aren’t worthy of obedience. So instead, I wanna smash your Easter basket! I’ve been seeing ads for those new boxers that have ball pouches. Ya know, a safe little space for your family jewels.
I’m thinking it’d be a real fun time if you wore only those boxers and laid down on the floor. Spread those legs wide apart, and then I’ll start! I’ll take off my shoes because I want to really feel the impact with my sweet little barefoot.
I wanna Smash Your Easter Basket.
Kick, Kick, SMASH! I love how you groan and fold up like a baby. Straighten out, bitch. I’m nowhere near done. All your life, you’ve acted like girls should serve you just because you have a set of balls. Those balls don’t make you strong. Oh, no. In fact, they make you weak. A swift kick with my left foot makes you clench your knees together.
What’s even funnier to me is the fact that as you watch my heavy tits swing before I let the next kick fly, you’re fucking cock is getting hard! How can I possibly take your please for mercy seriously if you’re getting aroused by my beating?
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410