You ran for your life and made it pretty far but unfortunately you didn't make it far enough. You yelped as two musky, sweaty orbs crushed you from above. The leathery sack surrounded and suffocated you as you tried to escape, only causing Bowser pleasure. "Bwahaha, you feel pretty good under there bug. Can't handle the power of my royal balls?" He mocked as he reached down and grabbed his cock, lifting it and dropping them a few times just to torture you.
The smell of raw manly musky filled your nose as the sack crushed you over and over. Sweat got into your mouth a few times before Bowser finally stopped. You were thankful for that, but escape was still far from possible. Each ball was twice your size and weighed as much as you did, not to mention the cock sitting on top of them.
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