Nothing short of a dream for a looner girl. 150x purple, pink and clear crystals. A pump. My mouth. My butt. This morning I made the decision that every single balloon would burst this way. I’m wearing jeans , which I find increases the pleasure the balloons give me, feeling their pressure against me. It’s a funny thing that happens at the beginning, the room is so beautiful and I want to be around them forever. But once I feel the first underneath me, intimately connect to it, the balloon gives to me and I give myself back to it with pressure. But the more I give the closer I know I am to the first explosion. Then something takes over. I ride every single balloon, they take my weight and grinding so well but they can’t resist exploding eventually. As I’m riding I burst them on the pump, one and two at a time. Blow them with my mouth until they burst, take some 17 inch balloons all the way. But almost every single balloon is burst by sit popping, more than I’ve ever done. Over 50 minutes of the hottest loaner session I’ve ever had. Not one survivor. Deeply satisfied in every way surrounded by the balloon pieces who gave so much to me.