Originally a custom video commission, but the name has been edited out. Want a personal creation of your own? Get in touch! I love to make customs.

In the secluded woods of Camp Sylvan, where the whispers of the wild blend with the scent of pine, a blonde BBW camp counselor reigns supreme. Her golden tresses cascade down her back, a stark contrast to her navy cotton fullback panties that cling to her curves, showcasing her luscious, bountiful behind. This is no ordinary summer fling; this is an education in the art of perverse pleasure, and she's about to school a very lucky—or per...

Originally a custom video commission, but the name has been edited out. Want a personal creation of your own? Get in touch! I love to make customs.

In the secluded woods of Camp Sylvan, where the whispers of the wild blend with the scent of pine, a blonde BBW camp counselor reigns supreme. Her golden tresses cascade down her back, a stark contrast to her navy cotton fullback panties that cling to her curves, showcasing her luscious, bountiful behind. This is no ordinary summer fling; this is an education in the art of perverse pleasure, and she's about to school a very lucky—or perhaps unfortunate—camper.

The scene unfolds when the counselor discovers the boy hiding in her cabin, his fear palpable in the face of her overpowering sexuality. With a predatory grace, she approaches, her laughter a harbinger of the debauchery to come. His fears are trivial to her, as she has a more salacious curriculum in mind.

With a devilish glint in her eye, she mounts his face, her colossal ass swallowing his features in a sea of soft, supple flesh. The boy is about to learn a lesson he'll never forget, as she unleashes a barrage of farts, loud, plentiful, and incredibly stinky. Each fart is a declaration of her dominance, a potent reminder that she is in control of both their pleasures and his humiliation.

As she grinds against his face with a cruel rhythm, ensuring that he breathes in every foul exhalation, she whispers wicked intentions, detailing the taboo acts that will unfold under the cover of darkness. She promises to corrupt him, to make him yearn for the stench of her farts and the weight of her body on his.

The lesson continues, with the counselor teasing him about the itchiness, apologizing for not wiping properly, and joking about needing a full lesson. And then, she starts farting again, the boy begging for mercy after just a couple of blasts. But the counselor is far from done.

In a twisted game of power and control, she points to a small stain on her butt, and the boy's curiosity gets the better of him. She smiles, saying it's the perfect time for the next lesson, and the camera cuts to a bench, where she's waiting for him. With a wicked grin, she crushes ants beneath her massive rear, the sound of their tiny bodies crunching beneath her weight a testament to her power and control.