Yes, I am a ballbuster, but you should probably refer to me as a castrater though. I love squishing those weak, pathetic balls between a guys legs. It all started when I saw my Step-Mom do it. Slapping balls and testicles when punishment was needed, despite me usually also getting my butt spanked. I learned that she loved doing it and showing me how. I learned from the best! But the most prominent memory I have was when I was babysitting a little pervert. When he grabbed my tits, I knew he needed a proper lesson and I wanted to kick his nuts until they were mush with my bare feet!

Yes, I am a ballbuster, but you should probably refer to me as a castrater though. I love squishing those weak, pathetic balls between a guys legs. It all started when I saw my Step-Mom do it. Slapping balls and testicles when punishment was needed, despite me usually also getting my butt spanked. I learned that she loved doing it and showing me how. I learned from the best! But the most prominent memory I have was when I was babysitting a little pervert. When he grabbed my tits, I knew he needed a proper lesson and I wanted to kick his nuts until they were mush with my bare feet!