glad to see you liked it
the first pic was from mskate's website a few years ago
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no ball-biting, still looking dangerous
http://innocent-beauty.com/toes/007.jpg
http://innocent-beauty.com/toes/012.jpg
did
it is (was) mskate.com
but i dont think she has it anymore
very painful!
Hello everyone. This is my first post and I am delighted that others have the same fetish as me - ball biting. So much better than just squeezing. The fact that the receipient of the bite is only a fraction away from instant ********** by a bite too hard. To enjoy this particular activity does need shaved nads, though. Much more succulent to gently chew on the gossamer sac before taking the nad between the molars and increasing the pressure. I hope to read much more of such a delightful and painful fetish.
no doubt, the best fetish is ball biting. the fear of loosing your balls if the girl bits too hard excites the most.
I have only just realized this fetish of mine recently. One day my wife was sucking my balls and I asked her to bite them. She looked at me kinda strangely, but then went ahead and bit them. Not too hard, but not lightly either. Damn, I thought I had gone to heaven, almost came right there. I like almost all the attention my balls can get, but biting is near the top of that. Anyway, new member here. Many thanks that this site exists...
He slowly rose from the hot tub, his slim boyish body glistening with water droplets. She watched as his genitals came to the surface and she smiled. The hot water had relaxed and softened his copious scrotum. His large hairless testicles hung heavily inside, stretching the gossamer skin, with taut glossy skin on their underside, and above multiple folds of soft pink skin leading to the narrow neck of his sac. His erection had pulled forward some of the scrotal skin into a triangle of pink translucence below his straining shaft, backlit by the light from the window.
She knew she was going to bit him. He knew she was going to bite him.
Her warm soft fingers engulfed his purple glans and she drew him by his penis out of the hot tub and over to the slatted bench. She lay down with her head on a pillow and pulled him gently over her face. Still holding his penis, she pulled him down until his swaying low hanging balls were just brushing her full lips. Her lips pouted and extended to kiss his left testicle. Then she opened her mouth fully, and sucked the orb into her hot mouth. It was like having a whole Victoria plum in her mouth.
Sucking him gently she looked up past his bursting erection, over his flat concave tummy and into his eyes, as he tilted his head to watch her every move. She felt the softness of the scrotal skin and the membrane beyond, and then the slight unevenness of the casing of his testicle. Using her tongue she pushed the organ between her molar teeth, positioning it carefully to avoid it slipping, and held her tongue firmly on one side and tensioned her cheek on the other. He was beginning to sweat now in anticipation, and she could taste his saltiness.
Their eyes held each other’s gaze, and she moved her head almost imperceptively, to gain his agreement to proceed. He nodded. He was ready. She was ready.
Her back teeth came together slowly and firmly, gradually increasing the pressure on his succulent plum. His flat stomach tautened, his body arched slightly, and his head twitched. The pain from his testicle flew up into his stomach like red-hot lava, pouring up his spine and through his chest until it crashed into the top of his head. It paralysed his breathing, just catching his breath after a short gasp as the excruciating agony returned from his head, sweeping through his body again in a wave that caused his knees to buckle.
She felt the gland between her teeth distort, bulging out into her cheek and pressing on the side of her tongue. Slowly she increased the pressure, flattening the nut even more, every pain receptor and nerve-ending in his delicate testicle was transmitting the agony to his brain.
Now was the danger time. Would the tough and fibrous outer casing of his testicle rend and rupture, allowing her sharp young teeth to enter the cavern of tubules where the very essence of his manhood was made? Would her teeth come together, only parted by the thin skin of his scrotum, whilst the contents were squeezed like toothpaste into his sac?
She looked up. Their eyes met. He was in absolute agony. Tears had formed and were running down his face. He stomach heaved, rippling his six-pack, his breathing was short and rasping. This was masochism at its best. This was ball-biting at its best. This was consensual, and he was enjoying the pain and she was enjoying the sensation of his near destruction. Her fingers were between her legs, moving rapidly. As she started her orgasm, she looked up to see his man cream spurt from his penis in long thick ropes, falling on her legs and feet.
As passion wracked her body she realised that just the tiniest extra bit of pressure would ruin him. She didn’t want that. He didn’t want that. After a rest and his recovery, she wanted to do this again on his right testicle. And so did he.
Her jaws ached as she released the grip on his flesh. She allowed the swelling ball to roll onto her tongue gradually returning to its former shape, and she sucked him gently, before pushing it out of her mouth, and kissing it.
He straightened his legs and smiled down at her. She smiled back.
“I’ll get a couple of towels,” he said.
good thread. first i've found of this stuff.
hi to evribody i'm anew ones who really likes bb!!this forum it's wonderfullllll thanks to all![]()