Welcome back, babes. I’ve got something a l*ttle different planned tonight, and if you’ve followed me for a while, you know my *ss didn’t look like this yesterday. Something’s up. Something big. And before the night is over, you’re going to start seeing the pieces come together.

Ignore the gagged l*ttle background noise, would you? That’s just someone I’ve had ~ tucked away. My best friend, actually. Tied to a chair, nice and tight, just like I’ve always kept him. He’s the whole reason I became a gassy cam girl. Back in high school, someone spread a rumor that he was into girls farting. I mean, what kind of best friend wouldn’t start gassy cam shows out of pure, selfless support?

I’m all dolled up in something extra special just for you ~ a shiny red lace-up crop top, a tiny plaid schoolgirl skirt, satin-lace panties peeking underneath, and a matching fishnet set that wraps around my hips and thighs like it was made to hold this stink queen together. Belt, garters, thigh-highs: all one dirty, perfect l*ttle piece. My messy side-braid just adds to the tease. The angle I’ve selected for you ~ my fans ~ gives a full view as I bounce, burp, and sputter out thick, ripe puffs of *ss acoustics, working every bit of g*s out of my body.

These aren’t shy l*ttle whispers, either. They’re heavy, festering lingerers ~ thick with that warm, eggy bite that drifts up from below. My gut seems to argue with me with every step, but I don’t stop. I moan, talk to it, tease it, try to coax it out. The burps are loud and sour, rising from my chest with a that rot-wafting belly brew. Something potent is is stirring inside my stomach, and I want my fans savoring every second of it.

Between the stench and the show, I start to let you in on my not-so-l*ttle secret: The Spellbook and how it came into my possession when I was only 18 and still in highschool. It was a wild Halloween night, spent with a gorgeous football coach in a secluded cabin. We had the kind of s*x that can ruin people for anyone else ~ sweaty, athletic, absolutely unhinged. But right after we finished, he dropped. Heart attack. Woopsie!

I went looking for help but found something better: a real, aged, bound Spellbook, already filled with rituals. And inside, I found a ritual: a spell to grow women’s *sses and grant men a l*ttle ~ enhancement of their own.

But it came with rules. You needed three special ingredients: a sacrifice, someone the sacrifice loves, and someone the sacrifice hates. I've had two of those “ingredients” secured for years. My best friend ~ the one tied up offscreen ~ confessed he loved me back in high school, but I needed absolute certainty. So I waited patiently. I kept him close. I let it build.

Tonight, the last piece of the puzzle is finally in place. And if you’ve been paying attention, you’ve probably already guessed what’s coming next.

This Video Is Part Of A 5-DAY Release

1) TODAY , I am releasing PART 1 , with the contents of the video detailed in the description portion above.

2) Tomorrow, I will release the 2nd part.

3) In 2 days, I will release the 3rd part.

4) In 3 days, I will release the 4th part.

5) In 4 days, I will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience.

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