When I woke up this morning, I was filled with a sense of desire and playfulness. It felt like a damn good day to indulge in one my favorite fetishes. I dig through my "porn supplies" drawer and stumble across an untouched pile of balloons, just waiting to be blown up.

As I wrapped my lips around the flimsy, plastic nozzle, I felt a surge of pleasure with each breath I exhaled, filling the balloon up until it's tight and ready to pop.

After blowing them up until they're about to burst, I carefully positioned them beneath my tight little body, letting out a sigh of contentm...

When I woke up this morning, I was filled with a sense of desire and playfulness. It felt like a damn good day to indulge in one my favorite fetishes. I dig through my "porn supplies" drawer and stumble across an untouched pile of balloons, just waiting to be blown up.

As I wrapped my lips around the flimsy, plastic nozzle, I felt a surge of pleasure with each breath I exhaled, filling the balloon up until it's tight and ready to pop.

After blowing them up until they're about to burst, I carefully positioned them beneath my tight little body, letting out a sigh of contentment as I sunk into its soft, bouncy embrace. The feeling of the delicate material pressing against my skin as it expands and contracts was amazing, and I couldn't help but smile as I reveled in the sensation.