My tits spill out of the too-small top first, nipples already diamond-hard before the bottoms hit the floor. The beach ball is smooth and squeaky under my fingers as i pump it full, each thrust of the nozzle making it bulge tighter, rounder, glistening with a sheen of sweat and lube. By the time it’s fully inflated my thighs are quivering just thinking about what’s next. Straddling the ball, i settle my heavy curves over its slick vinyl surface and grind forward. The material squeals beneath me, stretching just enough to let the balloon press between my soaking pussy lips. Every rock of my hips drags my clit along the friction-soaked ridge, the heat building until my breathing turns into desperate moans. Hands dig into the ball for leverage as i bounce harder, tits swaying and slapping with every drop. The wet slap of flesh on vinyl echoes louder than the beach-ball hiss. My swollen cunt lips glide over the curve again and again, juices leaving streaks across the shiny surface. Faster. Deeper. Until my whole body locks up, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around nothing as i cum with a filthy groan, dripping all over the inflatable.