You thought you were just giving me a ride home, huh? Wrong. The moment we stepped inside, I made it clear whose balls really run this show. And spoiler alert: They’re mine now. Watching you squirm under my bulky sneakers? Priceless. Every light tap against your nuts reminds you who’s in control. But I’m not just teasing… I want to test those fragile little marbles of yours. Knees to the groin, slow squeezes, and sharp slaps to your dick – I’m having way too much fun seeing how much punishment you can take before you crumble. You signed up for a job, but you’re leaving with a new purpose: My personal stress toy. Think you can handle it?
