You vs your crush (your cuntbust):
You smile as you bring your crush a present. It's nothing special, just a cheap box of chocolates. You don't notice the anger on his face as you hand it to him until you feel his metal toe boot squish your clit. You cry out in pain and fall to the ground with your ass in the air as you hold yourself.
"I thought I told you not to come near me again, you loser!" He cries out in rage, towering above you menacingly. "You want me to give that cunt of yours some attention? Stand up. It won't be sex, but it'll be attention." You stand up, still wanting to impress him even if his words shot through your heart like a lead bullet. Even the pain of another hard kick to your cunt feels better than your heart does. Unfortunately that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. You squeak from pain, but can't hold yourself because your best friend holds your arms back. You look at her in betrayal and she sneers at you like you're nothing.
"He loves me," she says with a shrug, re