Admit it. You fantasize about being ballbusted and destroyed, right where it hurts; between your legs. I want to kick your balls, over and over again. Jump on them, trample them, pound them into the ground with my converse. You're hard and dripping at the thought of the pain I can and will inflict upon your poor manhood. I look so unbelievably hot in these converse, you are weak with the thought of submitting to me. You need to relinquish control. Now that you've had a taste, you will always come crawling back for me.