I stripped down to nothing but these tiny white lace panties just for you and now I'm standing over you while you sit on my bed, face level with my thick ass.

You're looking up at me. I'm looking down at you. And my stomach is full of the nastiest gas just waiting to be released. The lace is so thin you can see through it as the first hot farts rip through the fabric straight into your face.

I push my cheeks out. And I let them fly. Wet ones. Long rumble ones. Deep braps that vibrate through the lace and hit you like a warm, stinky wave. You just sit there and take it while I giggle and give you more. No escape. No mercy. Just my fat ass in these delicate little panties destroying you one fart at a time.