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Oh that’s pure classics. A room with many Unique 16'' balloons in it…and me! I’m going to turn all these lovely loons to a pile of latex shreds is a slow and sexy way. Hard squeezing, hot riding, naughty heelpopping and even some overinflation with a pump! One of my hottest squeezepops of all time:)

Even my sharp heels can barely pierce the tight surface of this big Black Swan float. I patch every new hole with the sticker to prolong the pleasure and make as many holes as I can before all five compartments of this toy lose all the air.

The word of a bride is a law on a hen party! My girls are happy to indulge me and they know what I want right now. My desire is to pop balloons around me and I have a pair of sharp heels for that! Come on girls, bring me the balloons, put them under my heels and don’t let them escape!

I like when you have naughty dreams. This time you are even more naughty than usual — you imagined me sitting on the top of a really huge beach ball. And the arrow in my hand and the heels on my feet imply that this ball is going to be treated nicely tonight! So all my way down to the floor is going to be made of numerous pokes I will make with my arrow and with my heels. But he ball is so big… it will take a lot of pokes to let all air out! I’d better start right now;)

Sometimes the day goes quite not the way you expected. Even this perfect outfit and the room full of various balloons are not enough to fight the inner anger. The glass of wine may help but the best way to let it go is to let out my fury. The most massive simultaneous balloons burst cheers me up and I finish the remaining balloons with the broken glass and my fingers. Oh yeah, it feels really good now.

I’m too impatient to just wait till I blow to pop the balloons I picked for it. I want to see some tight latex popping right now! So I will slowly burst all the balloons around me while blowing to pop other ones. Luckily I have enough of them!

I filled these balloons with helium to make them fly to the ceiling. And now I will bring them down to the floor and put my heels on them… oh these loons will never fly again.

What is the reason to fight? Why we all not just blow a lot of big colorful balloons and have some kinky fun with them like I do? Every time balloon pops it brings me pure joy and pleasure, I feel overwhelmed with love and going to share it with the entire world!

Even though these tanks, helicopters and planes look peaceful the rules of war push me to destroy them right now.

When the sun goes down the wild cat wakes up. Natural predator, perfect hunter. No victim could escape her so she can play with them the way she wants. And regardless to the size and stubbornness everything that became her toy has no choice but accepting its fate because she knows so many ways to defeat any enemy.

It’s not a simple whale. It’s a rubberized orca covered with some suggestive inscriptions that make its destiny absolutely clear. The toy asks to pop it and I would gladly be the one who volunteers for that! But before that I will attach a slow and silent pump right to orca’s body so it would swell more and more while I will ride it harder and harder… and when the air starts leaking from the tiny holes in the seam it will be the time to raise my sharp heel and rip the poor whale!

There is no need to rush when it comes to popping a big bunch of lovely colorful mylar balloons. They have no chance against my super high spiky heels on my feet or against the sharp blade in my mouth so it won’t be hard to turn these loons to shreds. The only point is pleasure and teasing, pleasure and teasing again.