Lately something strange (but very exciting) happens to me.
It does not happen to you? that while you inflate a balloon and the neck begins to grow, and the size begins to reach its rated point, and the body of the balloon begins to get hard, and you observe how slowly in the mirror your blows make grow more and more that object of sexual desire. And without realizing it (maybe yes)... you have already reached that point where you know that the balloon is in danger of exploding and you simply cannot stop, you simply don’t give a f*** because that exciting phrase "Cmon it can grow a little more" that comes to your mind and you disconnect from the world to just focus on your growing balloon, and every breath is followed by a “Maybe just one more” and it repeats again and again, and your excitement is on the sky (maybe your balloon is already far bigger than you expected) until it bursts because your ambition of more and more air. Don’t know about you, but when it happens to me, it give me the best feeling I can feel in the world
It does not happen to you? that while you inflate a balloon and the neck begins to grow, and the size begins to reach its rated point, and the body of the balloon begins to get hard, and you observe how slowly in the mirror your blows make grow more and more that object of sexual desire. And without realizing it (maybe yes)... you have already reached that point where you know that the balloon is in danger of exploding and you simply cannot stop, you simply don’t give a f*** because that exciting phrase "Cmon it can grow a little more" that comes to your mind and you disconnect from the world to just focus on your growing balloon, and every breath is followed by a “Maybe just one more” and it repeats again and again, and your excitement is on the sky (maybe your balloon is already far bigger than you expected) until it bursts because your ambition of more and more air. Don’t know about you, but when it happens to me, it give me the best feeling I can feel in the world
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