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I love kicking guys in their **
I love kicking boys in their **. i get away with it because i make the boys think they made me mad and because i am a girly girl but i really do it because i love to see boys faces when they get a good one in the **. so funny. makes me laugh when i think of it. i am good at it too. before a boy knows it I get my foot in his ** and he goes down holding on to them, lol. more girls should try this. it is so much fun and so funny. i am laughing now thinking about it. i kicked a big boy in the ** today and made him look like a sissy. he wanted to kill me but because i am a sweet girl he did not do nothing.
if you are a girl reading this you should try it to. it makes you feel like the queen of the world and you have power over all those boys just by kicking them where it hurts, lol, lol, lol.
How old where you then and how did it go?
I was 26 at the time and he was a typical ** teenager desperate for ** so it wasn't hard for me to take advantage of that naive ** boy and get him over to a hotel one day. I did let him have ** with me though, just because I got turned on by the thought of having ** with a pre teen boy. I actually just let him get on top of me and start thrusting. The body size difference was hot his soft small form compared to my adult size. He wasn't very large (only about 3 to 3 and a half inches) but I still orgasmed from the taboo aspect and how his night was going to end up for him.
The face he made when he entered me was priceless, he discovered what it was like to enter the gates of heaven and was so entranced with that feeling he desperately kept ** me and slipping out. I had to hold him by his ** cheeks to keep him inside. He started clawing his feet into the bedsheets, desperately trying to push even more of himself inside me and and screamed in ecstasy against my breast.
But all good things come to an end and the same goes for him and his little nuggets and as soon as he came I reached my hands further down to where his little orbs were pressed tightly up against my ** cheeks and with both hands I crushed his left ** first. His scream turned from ** and pleasure to one of extreme pain and fear. He now was desperately trying to break free away from me as desperately as he was not long ago trying to ram himself further inside me but I kept him stuck to me by wrapping my legs around him so he couldn't escape. He was screaming, and crying at me to release him but I only smiled, wrinkled at him and then moaned as I finished off his last remaining ball with both my hands. His cry's of regret for getting himself in that situation tipped me over the edge and made me **.
He passed out on top of me before I crushed his last one and I just left him there on top of me for a while as I tried to catch my breath and then slipped out from under him, letting his deflated ** slip out and got dressed and left
Poor guy ! I guess he got a high pitched voice. So, after you're done, you really leave and don't care about them ?
Why should I? Not like they are any good for anything anymore.