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I want Coni Confetti to castrate me.
I want to her to make me give her a pedicure, filing her toenails until the edges are sharp and the rest of her feet are otherwise perfect before she strings me up, my legs apart so my balls are helpless.
The assault would begin then as she slams her feet into my crotch, with each kick giggling in delight at my screams, teasing me for being such a huge maso-pervert for getting hard from having my testicles abused. Eventually as the onslaught continues, the toenails I so diligently sharpened would begin to slit my scrotum open exposing my delicate organs, hanging on by just the spermatic chord.
I want her to twase at them with the tips of her toes, asking me if Im sure, reminding me that there wont be any going back if she continues.
I'd nod, blinded by desire and the succulent pain.
Her assault would continue until one cord just gives up and a testicle plops to the ground.
She would pick it up and eat it infront of me, Id watch it dissappear down her lusty gullet forever and shed give me a little kiss.
The other one, a trooper, still holding on she would pluck off, chew up, and baby bird into my own mouth.
