Somedays I consider myself a semi pop, working my way into popping the balloons as I get more and more turned on by them. Today was different, with 200x 14 and 17 inch balloons covering my bed and after spending a few hours inflating them and pleasuring myself I was ready for an out of control popping session.

My emotions are a mix between excitement, happiness and pure popping aggression. I burst them one after the other hugging them against me, driving my nails into them, bouncing on them hard, laying on them, grinding them against me but if they don’t give way fast enough I take...

Somedays I consider myself a semi pop, working my way into popping the balloons as I get more and more turned on by them. Today was different, with 200x 14 and 17 inch balloons covering my bed and after spending a few hours inflating them and pleasuring myself I was ready for an out of control popping session.

My emotions are a mix between excitement, happiness and pure popping aggression. I burst them one after the other hugging them against me, driving my nails into them, bouncing on them hard, laying on them, grinding them against me but if they don’t give way fast enough I take matters into my own hands.

They burst so quickly that soon I’m down to my last few but I don’t want to stop, so I take out my pump and burst them non stop with the pump and my mouth, sometime one and sometimes two at a time. It’s deafening but it’s pure ecstasy for me. 23 minutes of non stop popping, no balloons remain. Satisfied pop laying in their broken shards.