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I have a few balloons that need to learn why they were blown up in the first place. Yes, they look pretty just laying on the couch and floor but this is not where they belong. They each belong under my ass and between my thighs so I can show them who the looner boss is. Once I remove my boots, I get comfortable on this soft fur covered table and one at a time, I ride them, I bounce on them, I show them I mean business. A couple show me they don't want to fight and pop too soon and others let me work for the pleasure of sending their shards flying. I love when the neck pops in and out with my weight. Up and down, In and out. No matter what, all I know for sure, doesn't how many bounces of my ass, they will all burst. They will all be turned into shards. Not one of them will remain inflated but only be shredded and popped with no mercy from me, my ass, or my thighs.