Get your dick out and let me twerk for you

I dance and twerk for you. you could see my shit get out during my twerk and i become so crasy during this video. If you love dumb bitch this clip is for you

Fat Ass Pushing Out Nasty Shit on the Toilet

So Close You Can Taste It: My Fat Ass Pushing Out Nasty Shit on the Toilet

Shit High on a balcony

This day on a balcony proved me again of what a filthy crap lover I am.

I felt like my pussy wants to humiliate me, this intense desire for shit and piss was sitting in my mind... I covered my stomach in degrading bodywritings and that alone was as a catalyst. I kept going further and further. I know

my fat pussy thinks I should eat poop and insert fist in my rectum frequently, she was dripping madly at that point.

Getting piss drunk and shit high is my best addiction, I sit in my mess thinking wow how I even got this far, but It was so awesome.

Say please

Sealed up tight in my dirty diaper , terribly bubbly tummy and unable to speak

I throw a tantrum begging to be changed But you cant understand me with this tape over my mouth

White Sheer Panty Shit & A Great Book

Downtime is so rare for me and I finally have a moment to read. I've been loving this author's books for an easy read and I've especially liked this one. I'm cozied up on my bed, wearing true sheer white panties and I'm just enjoying reading. No top on, legs bent and rubbing my feet together, I'm so comfy and so engrossed in this book. I don't want anything to interrupt this time I have, not even the fact that my stomach is bubbling. The book is so juicy but apparently, so is my asshole as it starts squishing out shit, right into these sexy sheer panties. Before I can even turn over, the poop is already wetting my panties and before you know it, you see my shit flatten and blossom in my panties. I check out the situation and get shit on my fingers and accidentally smear it in my book. Pulling my panties down, I reveal the little pile I've made, but there's still more to come. My dirty, scat smeared ass pushes and out comes a fat log, complete with a visible corn kernel and the log plops on the bed. It's followed by another, and yet another smaller turd. I'm making a total mess in my bed. Spreading my cheeks, you see just how filthy I am and I drop another nugget, this one landing on my foot. And here I thought I was going to have a lazy little reading session, uninterrupted. But my colon had other plans apparently.

The Odyssey of Baby Wipes

Valentina arrived at my house with an overwhelming urgency. She rushed to the bathroom and, as soon as she finished, called me over in desperation.

"There aren't any wipes!"

I went inside and pointed to the toilet paper.

"Use the toilet paper."

"It's not the same!"

Since she still refused to use it, I told her the only solution was to go buy some. I pulled up her underwear and said,

"Well, we'll have to walk to the store."

The store was only a few blocks away, so we set off on foot. Valentina was completely embarrassed, walking as fast as she could, while I kept joking around.

"Who would think a girl walks around the neighborhood with a dirty butt?"

She just grumbled and asked me to stop laughing, but that only made me laugh harder.

We got to the store, bought the wipes and a few other things, then stopped by the pharmacy and he let out a fart that I wanted to smell up close on the way back home. As soon as he came in, he went straight to his room. I helped him clean his butt and he said:

"Now I can get on with my day."

Since then, every time he comes to visit, the first thing he asks is:

"Are you sure you have wipes?"

And we both ended up laughing about that absurd adventure.