Try Not to Burst Okay?

"Try not to burst okay?" It's such a funny request.

Babe, I am a sphere. I am a big balloon that can barely flap her hands and feet. All I see in front of me is the expanse of my body and the ceiling. I can't even look behind me.

Trying not to burst is all I can do.

And it's like, it's like your first instinct when you're full. Do you think us gals actively try to pop when we're filled up? No, not at all. We're always trying to pop until we're actually inflated. Then we immediately start to clench.

Do you have any idea how good it feels to hold it in? To feel your skin, stretched taut and shiny. You feel like you're trembling from exertion? All that strain, that effort. You feel it. Every part of you feels like you're on fire with pleasure, just holding it. It feels like you're holding together and that if you stop holding for even a second, you'll blow apart into a million pieces.

Just, BOOM, and you'll be gone.

Then, you have to relieve yourself. You let go of the breath you've been holding. And you orgasm all over again. Releasing that tension. But you don't burst, you're close, but you're clenching all over because it's reflex.

Besides, don't you want me to pop? You're a man aren't you? All men get off watching women explode into tiny pieces. I'm sure you'll cum the second I bang all over the room. Maybe you're clenching as hard as I am, trying to extend how good it feels. Holding off that orgasmic moment until you can't take it anymore.

Trying not to pop is kind of like that.

You're holding together, to make it feel better.

But of course if you're going to keep pumping more air into me, it doesn't matter how many times you ask or how hard I try, I'm gonna pop eventu- BANG!!!!!