One hour. Four Halloween nights. Zero holding back.
It starts cozy — candy, chips, soda, a movie on the screen and a belly filling up fast. The farts and burps slip out one after another while I show my bloated belly.
Then the costume comes home with me. A naughty nun in a latex skirt, gas still building, and my trans girlfriend waiting to take it — I sit on her cock and let them out one by one while she moans.
Next, Jinx takes over. Bending over, blasting loud stinky farts, talking dirty and telling you exactly how to worship my ass and sniff every puff.
And it closes cuddled up with my girlfriend FoxyKai, snacks everywhere, farts slipping out while she laughs and complains about the smell.
Four nights, one marathon. Press play and stay a while.
