When I opened my first pack of balloons today I didn’t expect to get this carried away. I took a bag of pinks and whites and made a cluster of balloons, thinking I might just burst one of them, but something takes over me when I start.

It’s hard for me to explain, it’s like a deep longing to just keep blowing. Knowing that once I start popping I will just want more. So I kept going, inflating 200 balloons and being surrounded with them. I was so excited and a little nervous, the first pop always I feel like this. I rode the first balloon, pressing it against my pussy.

It’s...

When I opened my first pack of balloons today I didn’t expect to get this carried away. I took a bag of pinks and whites and made a cluster of balloons, thinking I might just burst one of them, but something takes over me when I start.

It’s hard for me to explain, it’s like a deep longing to just keep blowing. Knowing that once I start popping I will just want more. So I kept going, inflating 200 balloons and being surrounded with them. I was so excited and a little nervous, the first pop always I feel like this. I rode the first balloon, pressing it against my pussy.

It’s a relationship I think a looner only knows, a love for the balloons but also an urge so passionate in wanting them to burst. My excitement took over to what can only be described as a complete looner frenzy.