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ScatGoddess

Diarrhea Panty that Got Me Horny Later

The next day after drinking the bottle of magnesium citrate laxative, I was woken up with my stomach bubbling and I ran to the bathroom. It was already a little too late, I had already had a diarrhea accident in my cute gray panty. I pull down my poopy panty and let the rest of my gassy loose poop in the toilet. I was a little upset that I had messed my cummy panty up, because they were not supposed to have a liquid accident in them. That was my first really bad accident when it was not planned and I couldn't hold back whatever I did. I put my dirty gray panty in a ziploc and put them in my purse because I needed to run some errands. I stop and get some lunch and let you watch me eat my sandwich. I walk around and shopfor a little bit until the urge hit me to poop after eating. I went into the bathroom and removed my filthy stained panty out of my purse. I couldn't play when I had my accident because my stomach hurt, but it made me so horny thinking about putting back on my poopy panties and poop in them some more. I push out a firm knobbly sausage like poop into my filthy stinky panty. I hope the other women could smell my strong dirty panty while I was in my stall. I waited a little bit, so I could check out the sanitary bins. I found a used panty liner that smelled pissy, but will have to keep looking since I haven't searched for treasure in some time! I bag up my dirty panty with firm poop and put in my purse, so I can save and get filthy with soon. #709

NicolettaEmbassi

Pee & Farts on the Public Restroom Tour

Hello to all my true lovers of real life moments, discreet exhibitionism, and complete, uncensored authenticity! Today, I am taking you around the city with me for a very special high-definition premium piece of content: an exclusive compilation bringing together multiple stops across various public restrooms around my town, packed with urgent releases and sonic relief.

In this urban video tour, you will find me dealing with the pressing need to pee in ever-changing settings: from the classic restroom of a historic bar to shopping mall toilets, train stations, and park facilities. But that is not all: the pressure built up while walking often turns into sudden, thundering, and spontaneous farts on the toilet, all captured by a camera set at a close, confidential angle without any audio cuts or filters.

What You Will Find in This Premium Real Life and Unfiltered Sounds Compilation:

A Variety of Urban Locations: A dynamic edit taking you through different restrooms across town, each with its own vibe, lighting, and layout, offering a continuous sequence of genuine situations.

100% Original Ambient Audio (Pee and Farts): Listen to the crisp, powerful sounds in every single scene - the relieving stream, the echo against the tiles, porcelain noises, sighs of relief, and the loud, unexpected blasts of air echoing inside the stall.

Effortless Confidence, Self-Irony and Spontaneity: Enjoy my natural reactions, knowing smiles, and total lack of embarrassment as I take each stop, embracing the discreet thrill and fun of letting my body go while out and about.

A rich, authentic, hilarious, and highly realistic collector piece - perfect for anyone who appreciates the pure spontaneity of everyday bodily needs and Nicoletta bold, irreverent charm!

NicolettaEmbassi
Ludovica Luxury
Stooly Julie

Sexy Sunning & Shitting

It's hot out but vitamin D is so good for you. So I'm outside, soaking in the sun in my little white and blue bikini, reading my book and listening to some music. I'm just chilling and enjoying some me time. Before you know it, I spread my legs and I start rubbing myself through my bikini, all the while reading my book. My painted toes are curled up as I touch myself. I pull my bikini bottom to the side, revealing my hairy pussy and my coral nails stand out against my skin and my dark bush. I rub it quicker and quicker and pause to flip my page. It's all just lazy, casual play though and I feel like touching myself while I'm all alone and sitting in the sunshine. I scoot around on my chair, my ass now pointed in your direction. I'm on my knees with my soles up, squatting. Nonchalantly, I pull my bottoms to the side, and my skin is gorgeous in the sunlight, especially on my asshole. You see that hot little hole begin to pucker and you know what's coming next. The brown tip of a log emerges from my butthole, and slowly begins to snake out of my ass. It creates a nice shadow on the chair as it comes out. Plopping on the chair, it slides right off but its followed by some pee squirting all over. I'm quiet the whole time, simply enjoying being outside in nature with the sun on my skin and releasing the pressure from my bowels. Another turd lands on the chair, sitting there as I turn around and get back to my book. My legs are spread apart as I lean back and continue reading as my shit glistens in the sun.

SaraThonson

Cronica de unos flatulencia anunciado

Sara went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant, convinced she'd have a quiet evening. She sat down, looked at the menu, and, as if the universe wanted to test her, ordered a birria pizza with a coconut lemonade. A combination that, at that moment, seemed simply glorious.

Sara didnt eat she devoured it She finished the pizza down to the crumbs and left the lemonade as if she were drinking the last glass of her life. But as soon as she finished, her stomach began to slowly swell. First, it was a slight discomfort; then, a pressure that seemed to herald the end of the world.

Sara tried to bear it with dignity, but her belly had other plans. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, got up from the table, and ran to the bathroom like a bat out of hell.

As soon as she closed the door, the concert began PRAAA, BRUUUM, POOOOM A series of foul smelling booms sounded so loud it seemed like they were demolishing the bathroom. Sara could only think, I knew that combination wasnt going to end well

After surviving the disaster, she returned home believing the nightmare was over. But no. Her stomach still had more to offer. And so, from the moment she arrived, it continued to make a racket, one after another, as if it were rehearsing for a band.

The worst part was the smell an unmistakable combination of mess and regret.

The pizza definitely didnt agree with her tummy

but Sara, between laughs and farts, had to admit something: dinner was delicious! And would she order it again? Probably, because some pleasures are enjoyed first and paid for later.

NicolettaEmbassi

Diaper Pissing in a Deep Red Dress

The garden air was warm and still, thick with the scent of cut grass and dry earth. The wrought-iron table in the center of the lawn cast a sharp shadow, a small perimeter of darkness where you lay curled up on the pavement, your forehead pressed against the rough stone, reduced to the complete insignificance of a worm crawling in the dust.

She sat above, comfortable on the garden chair, draped in a long, deep red dress that hung heavily down her hips. The crimson hem draped past the chair's edge, only partially concealing the thick, stiff, bulky outline of the large adult diaper worn beneath the fabric. The contrast between the austere elegance of the dress and that voluminous white padding was absolute, shameless in its prominence.

A long silence dominated the space, broken only by the faint rustle of the adhesive tapes yielding slightly under the pressure of her weight. Then, without hesitation or embarrassment on her face, the heat began to spread. Underneath the dress, the distinct, muffled crackle of cellulose swelling became audible as it greedily absorbed the continuous, warm, heavy stream released with pure nonchalance. The diaper expanded visibly in volume, weighing down between her thighs, while she continued gazing toward the horizon as if simply enjoying the afternoon breeze.

Once the release ceased, she slowly crossed her legs and slid her bare feet out of her sandals, letting them drop onto the grass. She stretched her legs beneath the table, directly into the shadowed space where you remained to inhale the dust. With her heels and toes, she deliberately began pressing against the swollen, heavy bulk of the soaked diaper. The wet, crinkling plastic sound echoed clearly just inches from your face. She used the soles of her feet to squash and knead the saturated padding, grinding the crinkling plastic against the red fabric of the dress, brushing your shoulder with her toes to remind you of your place: motionless and silent on the ground, witnessing every single movement of her complete, indifferent dominance.