(mh=FwZsb3YSHzrNxbYv)15.jpg)
She's alone in her room, a pink balloon her only companion. She's not here to pop it, but to appreciate its every curve, its every stretch. She runs her nails lightly over its surface, sending shivers down its length. She applies pressure, tests its resistance, yet it remains unburst, a symbol of her self-control and patience. She kisses it, she whispers to it, she inflates it until it's full and firm, a perfect, unpoppable delight.