Coming home in a huff, I'm wearing a black tank top and some bright pink yoga work-out pants. I'm not enjoying how freaking hot it is, so I decide to take a load off, eat some food, and relax. First thing that needs to go is this too tight golden g-string that I despair at slightly on how they used to fit me. I go to my room in search of clean underwear and I'm a little bummed that nothing seems to be clean, until I see an old sweaty thong on the floor. Deciding it's good enough I scoop it up not realizing that there's a tiny man lounging inside of it. I remove my sweaty workout pants, ...

Coming home in a huff, I'm wearing a black tank top and some bright pink yoga work-out pants. I'm not enjoying how freaking hot it is, so I decide to take a load off, eat some food, and relax. First thing that needs to go is this too tight golden g-string that I despair at slightly on how they used to fit me. I go to my room in search of clean underwear and I'm a little bummed that nothing seems to be clean, until I see an old sweaty thong on the floor. Deciding it's good enough I scoop it up not realizing that there's a tiny man lounging inside of it. I remove my sweaty workout pants, followed with the extra tight g-string, and slip on the thong. Once I feel comfortable in the change of panties, I decide it's time for some food! Said food is a burrito that I quickly scarf down, while humming to myself. A little bit later, I'm relaxing on my couch and playing on my phone when I feel my stomach start to cramp hard! I groan, rubbing my belly and cursing the burrito! I settle back against the couch and in moments a rumble escapes my behind! I glance backwards and shrug with a 'whatever' and then just allow the gas to be released as it comes... which is often! I occasionally sit up to give my tummy a rub and damn my love of burritos, but then I lean to the side again and push out a ripper! The scene cuts to a very up close and personal view of my farting buns and there's something you can see hanging out the edge of my thong. To ass-ist with the gas expulsion, I reach back to spread/lift my cheek, and there most definitely IS something hanging out of my panties. It's the tiny little man that got scooped up with thong, and he's now pressed between said thong and my asshole, getting saturated in the noxious corruption emitting feverishly from my miasmic behind! I groan, giggle, moan, and comment on various sounds my booty is sending forth, and at the relief that the vicious acrid excretions temporarily provide. I test out a couple other positions to remove the built up gas, such as being on all fours, and in a knee spread squat, and laying on my side. These are all quick temporary positions that only help out for a short time, before I realize with one particularly dangerous fart that I need to go to the bathroom... and I need to go NOW! I run into the restroom, clenching my cheeks, before yanking down my thong and plopping onto the toilet just in time! The bowel eruption is immediate and you can hear what's coming out of there hitting the toilet water and making it splash! The gas helps to eliminate the built up waste as it propels from me with some serious extra umph! Due to my urgency, I am still wholly unaware of the itty bitty guy that is still stuck in my thong! He's getting an unobstructed view of the smelly show, but he sticks around for the whole thing! Where else could he go to anyway? If you wish to contact me for custom videos or to offer a request for the store, please locate my email on my banner, in LIST view. It is not visible in grid view. I am currently on a hiatus from regular video production. I am, however, still making CUSTOM clips an occasionally stockpiling for the store. So yes, I am still accepting and adding regular non-custom ideas to my filming list, for these stockpiling occasions. More details available upon inquiry. I roll my eyes, enjoying the pressure release, and sigh in pleasure. Whew! Once I believe I'm finished emptying my bowels, I go to grab some toilet paper and realize there is only 2 little squares left! Now, I'm rolling my eyes for another reason. I wipe what I can with the meager amount of paper and then just pull my thong right back up! It's dirty anyway, so I don't really care if an extra bit of... 'flavor'... gets in there. The little guy is another story... that I don't even know about, so what does it matter? I pat my belly, happy that I've made some room for even more food!