Overnight the inner balloons of my toy outgassed and the buoyancy situation is no long satisfactory. What to do? What to do? I know! I fill the outer balloon with more helium. Where once the innner balloons bounced about to reach the highest possible surface in the constrained sea of air, their new fluid medium sees them sink within the outer balloon while the growing volume and diminishing relative density sees the whole ensemble positively buoyant and ready to escape me at the first lapse in attention. I jam the floaty, squeaky toy over my hardness and boink away in a variety of positions filmed from a variety of angles. Excitement overwhelms care. I fuck too hard and the outer balloon pops, bathing my face in a brief wash of that most noble gas, helium. Light headed, I barely keep the newly released small balloons from floating out of reach. I employ the trusty purple fuck toy to see me across the finish line but those cheeky triplets escape me one by one. The low lighting was a deliberate choice and not inept videography. I wanted this special moment between a man and his lighter-than-air latex to feel intimate and cosy.