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. I sit on the clusters, grind them against my ever wetter pussy, break them with my nails and each balloon brings me ever closer to orgasm. As each pops I become less afraid of each pop and more excited. So I take some 17 inch balloons and make blow to pops with my heart racing a thousands beats a second. Back to the clusters, another blow to pop. Then taking my pump to make some of the loudest 16 inch pops I’ve heard. By the end I remove my top, I am totally lost in my hormones, I can’t think I just feel desperate to pop them. As each balloon reaches it’s limit I’m getting closer and closer. I touch myself deeply and passionately, the last balloon I burst against my pussy. Shards are everywhere, I collapse and am exhausted and satisfied beyond my wildest dreams.