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Alex Lesley’s Pickup Artist (PUA) Training. How women choose their men.
“Аll men must take off his pants and underwear. Not closed. legs apart.“
SIGN. ME. UP.
I don’t know where and what this event is, but I sincerely wish I could be part of it!
Indian man doing his morning prayers to wife while she is blessing him by crushing his jewels. Well thats a beautiful way to start a day. Go on girl! crush them
The air in the gym felt heavy, charged with a sudden, sharp tension that had nothing to do with lifting weights. Swastika stood over him, her presence towering and absolute. She didn't just look at him; she looked through him, exposing his pathetic nature with a single, icy stare.
"You really thought you could be a voyeur in my space?" she purred, her voice dripping with disdain. She watched him tremble, her amusement growing as he pleaded for mercy, his voice cracking like a child's.
"Please, I’m so sorry! I’ll delete everything, just don’t call the police!" he begged, his eyes wide with genuine terror.
Swastika tilted her head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "Delete it? Oh, you’re far past that stage. I should call the police, but I think I’d much rather enjoy watching you break down first. You want to see me? You want to be close? Fine. Let’s see how much you enjoy it."
She gestured toward the center of the floor with a flick of her hand. "Strip. Every piece of clothing, one by one. And don't you dare think of moving quickly."
As he fumbled, his hands shaking so violently he could barely manage his buttons, she paced around him like a lioness circling a wounded animal. "Take off your shirt. Slow. Now the pants. Every second you take is a second I consider picking up my phone and dialing the station. Keep going."
When he stood there, stripped down to his underwear, she gestured to the mat. "Down. Flat on your back. And don't you dare keep yourself closed off—spread your legs. If I have to tell you again, the police will be here before you can blink."
He scrambled to obey, splayed out and utterly vulnerable. Swastika stood between his legs, her gym shoe resting heavily against his sensitive testicles.
"Look at you," she mocked, leaning down so her face was inches from his, her eyes flashing with cruel, amused power. "Reduced to a shaking mess on a gym floor because you couldn't keep your eyes to yourself. Does it feel humiliating? It should. It’s exactly what you deserve."
She pressed her heel downward, just enough to elicit a sharp, gasping sob. "Still want to apologize? Your 'sorry' doesn't mean a thing to me. It sounds like music, though. Keep making that sound for me."
She drove her weight deeper, relishing the way he arched and writhed under her control. "You aren't a man to me right now—just a toy. And toys don't get to ask for mercy. They just endure."
Swastika didn't budge, her sole firmly pinned to his testicles, holding him in a state of agonizing, helpless suspension. She watched him writhe, a look of bored superiority etched onto her face as she shifted her weight, testing the limits of his endurance.
"Look at you," she murmured, a sharp, cold edge to her tone. "Twitching like a bug under a boot. You thought you were so clever with your little camera, didn't you? Tell me, how does it feel to be the one on display now?"
He let out a jagged, wet sob, his hands clawing at the mat, trying to find some relief that wasn't there. "P-please... it hurts... make it stop..."
She chuckled, the sound devoid of any warmth. "Make it stop? Why would I do that? We’re just getting to the interesting part. I’m curious, does it hurt more than your pride? It must be absolutely gut-wrenching to know that a woman you tried to objectify is currently crushing your dignity into the floor."
She ground her heel down with a slow, agonizing rotation, savoring the way his entire body jerked in protest. He gasped, his face contorting as he looked up at her, pleading with wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Is that a tear?" she teased, leaning over him so her ponytail brushed against his chest. "How precious. You’re so fragile. I’m barely using any of my strength, and yet you’re already falling apart. How is it? Does the pressure feel exquisite? Does it finally make you realize how completely insignificant you are?"
"S-stop... please... I can't... take it..." he wheezed, his voice barely a whisper.
"I didn't ask if you could take it," she countered, pressing her weight even harder, keeping him pinned in that vulnerable, splayed position. "I’m asking you to describe it. Is it humiliating? Are you enjoying the reality of your own weakness? Speak up—I want to hear you admit how pathetic you really are."
She didn't let up, her gaze locked onto his, demanding his full, wretched attention. "Tell me you're a creep. Tell me you deserved this. If you want me to even consider stopping, you’re going to have to spell it out for me."
You can guess where my aim was and not to my surprise i hit 90% on target. His sharp cries when my strong serves meet his week dangling testicles gives me the ultimate high🍒🔥🍒🔥🍒🔥💃💃
That’s why she is so successful as an interrogator.
And I know your wife isn’t gonna do anything about them, so you’re totally at my mercy… awwwww… poor puppy
Ofaa ofaaaa ofaaaaaaaaaahk
Please please please stop, I’ll do anything. Just please stop!
You were a little hesitant at first but you already paid her for your ballbusting session
The clamp she put on your balls had screws that stretched them more and more with every turn. She kept going until you were screaming in pain, then she turned them two more times. Then she pulled out the riding crop.....
Aaaarrrgghhh....
Definitely makes my caged cock hurt
Fukkkk
I know it’s locked away safely…
What was that, two inches?
Cost cutting measures…
Oh yeah, Jimmy.. totally! You are completely faithful to Hannah, I believe you. That’s why I know I can pull these ties, drop my swimsuit and go skinny dipping into the pool, and there won’t be a huge tent in your swim trunks … instantly. Lolol yeah, so true
Yummy south cleavage
Hey babe! Hope you’re having fun with the boys while im away. It makes me so happy to know for sure that you’re not wasting your time jerking off to porn! See you soon, although I’m sure you’re more eager to see me than im to see you…lolol
The picture i captured a few seconds she slammed that baguette straight into my crotch and almost crushed my poor nuts into mush as I fell to the floor… sometimes I wonder if it was worth the pain
