That river in Egypt

Rennala slipped her grip down, grasping the bands beneath his balls to hold them steady. The pain from the squeezing still lingered as she raised her hand up above them. She brought her hand down hard, palm open, slapping them square in the middle of his balls. The strike made his whole body jolt, pain shooting through him. *SLAP* It was a much stronger pain than the squeezing, but it wasn't as constant in it's intensity. *SLAP* After each hit, the pain went down a little, but the bands didn't let it escape before he was met with another hit. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* She slapped again and again, slapping harder as she got into a rhythm. *SLAP* He was so sensitive, each one hurt so bad and made him yell out into her ass and squirm. *SLAP* But it wouldn't stop. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*
"I'm going to put on my headphones now. I do usually enjoy the noises you make, but this only ends when I decide you're done. I don't need any imput from you"
She wrapped her fingers around his balls, pinching them both as she took a break from the slaps. She pushed her headphones on past her hair and over her ears, pressed play on one of her playlists and turned the volume up. The music drowned out the muffled squeals that intensified when she returned her hand back to slapping his balls, harder now. *SLAP* She could feel the noise he was making beneath her, but now she could totally ignore him and go to town on his balls. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*