I have been driven to the middle of the woods and left on my own for a bit. I decide to slip off my slippers and put on high heal boots to look a bit sexier for my guy, when he does return. I get a bit nosy and decide to look in the glove-box and find a package of condoms. Now I understand his intentions and its time I show you and him how i feel about condoms. I unwrap several and realize they are un-lubricated therefor making it easier to hold as I blow them each up with my mouth until they either cant take anymore of my hot air or I decide to pop them with my teeth or my long red fingern...

I have been driven to the middle of the woods and left on my own for a bit. I decide to slip off my slippers and put on high heal boots to look a bit sexier for my guy, when he does return. I get a bit nosy and decide to look in the glove-box and find a package of condoms. Now I understand his intentions and its time I show you and him how i feel about condoms. I unwrap several and realize they are un-lubricated therefor making it easier to hold as I blow them each up with my mouth until they either cant take anymore of my hot air or I decide to pop them with my teeth or my long red fingernails. The more that burst, the bigger my smile gets, knowing its fewer condoms available for any sex acts he was thinking about using them for. I mean, blowing up condoms is way more effective in making us both smile than not seeing just how big they expand until they pop, right?