Talk:Barometz/@comment-26115871-20151109031553/@comment-5426290-20151109093157

I'm prepared to bring her home when I notice how fluffy and cheery she is. Watching her for a moment I see her bounce, bounce, bounce in her little bouncehouse like she's a large mouse which just drank a liter of energy-drink. I carefully put my hand on her shoulder to probably calm her down when I slip and fall in with her. She hugs me and thanks to the bouncing I'm thrown around in her embrace.

We eventually line up enough for her to undress me and mount me inside of her while I still panicingly try to futilely stop myself from bouncing.