Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Early this morning, I heard shouting from my neighbor’s house. They are always at each other’s throats lately. She screams he’s been cheating, and he yells back that he isn’t. I believe her because I know he likes to creep around the mall, picking up girls my age and paying them for blowjobs.
His wife is a real sweet lady, and it makes me sad that he hurts her so much. After she peeled out of the driveway, I decided I should go over there and teach him a lesson. Ball-busting Krysta strikes again.
Ball Busting Krysta Strikes Again
He answered the door in boxers and a tee, sipping coffee as if he wasn’t on the verge of losing his marriage. He got a big old smile when he saw my fat teen tits training my too-small tank top. “What can I do ya for, baby girl?” GAG. He’s so full of himself. I plastered on a fake smile.
“I heard your wife yellin’ and thought you’d like someone to console you. She basically humiliated you in front of the whole neighborhood.” He nodded and pushed the door open for me to come in. When I walked by, he was already adjusting his dick in his boxers.
As soon as the door shut, I grabbed his shoulders and drove my knee right into his balls. His coffee mug shattered at our feet, and he cried out as he doubled over. “You’ve been a bad boy, neighbor. Now, Ball-busting Krysta will make you pay for being a cheat!”
He grabbed for his balls, but I ripped down his boxers, slapped his hands, and barked, “Hands off loser. Take your punishment.” I kicked his sack, grabbed it tightly, and squeezed as he hollered. “You like that? You like being a cheat?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I pleaded from the floor. I gave him one more kick to the dick and skipped back to my house.
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
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