had my heart broken by this woman named tammy

The stranger's words provoked a barking laugh from her as she moved closer. "Aw, is your cock feeling that lonely? Such a shame that you need a turtle shell to warm it up."

Justice was unashamedly, unabashedly brazen as she grinned like the literary cheshire cat, eyeing the aforementioned jewels without an ounce of discretion. "So - fight purposes eh?" She had a sudden picture in her head of the round half of the turtleshell cupping those bits, held on with laces of rawhide around his tail and hips, and had to laugh again, but she feel sympathy. "I guess being a guy has it's downsides in a fight after all." Supposed there did have to be something to balance them being naturally larger and stronger on average than females of the species. She gave a sympathetic wince - not having the literal balls that a male had, she'd never experienced the pain of getting twacked in them but she'd been told it was excruciating. Vaguely funny, from where she was standing, but probably not so much for the male in the situation. "I have to ask, because I'm a curious bitch like that, if something in particular prompts your interest in a turtleshell nutcase? Can't say I've ever seen someone trying to stick their dick in one up to this point."