Look at me... Do you see this balloon? Soft, shiny... waiting for my lips. I feel it fill with each breath... stretching, tensing... as if responding to my desire. I like to play with it, caress it, squeeze it... tease it. Will it burst? Or will I leave it there... so full, so exposed... so obedient? Some people don't understand this pleasure. But you do... right? You know it's not just a balloon. It's the sound... the tension... the surrender. And that moment... just before the burst... where anything can happen.