Need I say more? It hurt! When the swelling goes down, I’m sure I’ll get my pants back on. Till then – look for the naked, swollen testicle freak running around with a bag of peas on his nut.
I suppose it does, but it’s not. It’s a ball. A ball with a hole. A painfull hole. A big ball hole. Good if you’re playing Golf, bad if it’s in my pants.
Des is still alive but has no joy to share
Several other thoughts pop to mind...
...but I’ve decided against sharing them in a public forum.
Whatever possessed you though? Is it supposed to enhance pleasure or is it just a kind of extreme statement or what?