She hates balls

She hates balls by wrestballs

*She sits on a three trunk, amused*

Would you like to be free ? Would you like this pain to go away ? Get closer I can still blow them up.

*You do and she kicks you hard 3*

Does it hurt ? Actually, I really don't care. That you have them or that you do not have them, it does not change much, you remain a slave, in the end. You know...

*She grabs your testicles gently, and start to slap them softly (20)*

... I could castrate you with my hands. I promise. And it's quite pleasant to feel the porridge forming inside while the man writhes in pain as he feels his virility irresistibly crushed.

*She slaps harder (15)*

All I need to do is use my nails and you're done. It may also be that you die, in which case you would have definitely been good for nothing.

*She punch your balls (10)*