Squeak

by Vera Valentine

He’d never quite managed to get the hang of doors after so many years of tent flaps and beaded curtains.

Really? Really REALLY??

Being able to turn into balloon animals at will wasn’t much of a superpower, all told, but it saved us a great deal on rent.

🎈

I made short work of his zipper and groaned as the heady scent of powdered sugar and latex sweetened the room. We were creatures of the carnival down to our cores, and Seb’s arousal was a balmy night on the midway, a handful of bright balloons and the funnel-cake booth all colliding in the senses.

My tongue swept up the tempting bud of his balloon tie-knot, the playful little wrinkled ring that was quickly melting into his latex-wrapped cock.

Seb let out a high, birdlike cry, gracelessly falling back against the lid of another freezer

Seb tossed his head back with a gasp, his end unknotting with a snap on my tongue before hot, thin jets of funnel cake icing flowed out to soothe the sting.

I’d sooner deflate myself.

A serious threat when you're a literal balloon person. 🤨

My brain might still consider Keane an unredeemable douchecanoe, but my body was ready to run through a field of flags as red as my namesake to get to him.

A tale as old as time...

“Poppy, you’re safe, but we really need to talk.” He tilted his hips and nodded downwards, where his entire pelvic region - still locked into my own - had gone a deep royal purple. And translucent. I screamed.

Bwahahaha oh that's the single best post sex scene I've ever seen 😂😂😂😂😂