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Tinies Help Me Clean Teeth And Asshole video from Phoenix Bates
Tinies Help Me Clean Teeth And Asshole by Phoenix Bates My morning routine using tinies to get ready for the day starts in the bathroom. I keep a jar of them to clean yourself and I start by saying good morning to them up close but from their reactions, I must have morning breath. I ask if someone wants to help with that and after no volunteers I take one and tie him to my toothbrush. I use him to brush my teeth scrubbing my tongue with him too. The I use floss with 2-3 tinies tied to it, talking about how helpful the tinies are. After cleaning my mouth I use the bathroom. The camera shows a tiny waiting on the toilet seat but he falls into the toilet. I reach over and grab another tiny from the jar and tell him he needs to help get me nice and dry. I then place him on a piece of toilet paper and use him to wipe the pee off my pussy. Next I go to wipe my ass but I realize I used the last of the toilet paper. I then think for a sec and check the cabinet for anything and find another toothbrush. I tie a tiny to the brush and use him to clean my anus while farting. I say things to tease and humiliate him as he does. Once I feel clean, I drop the toothbrush in the tub and tell him he might wanna clean up. I then head out. When I get home from a long day I remember how nice it felt having a tiny clean my ass. I decide to go to bed and use one to clean my sweaty asshole. I undress and pull one from the jar and ask if he’s gonna do a good job for. I then clean my asshole, making sure to be thorough— swirling him, wiping, inserting to make sure he gets everything. I’m still gassy so I keep farting on him and apologizing. I kind of feel bad but it’s just so funny I can’t help it. I put him back in the jar saying he did well. I then use another tiny and a butt plug and use it to shove the tiny deeper in my ass to get all the hard to reach spots. I pull it out and realize he’s gone! I try to feel around with my finger but he’s too deep. I try to fart him out twice, but nothing. I then hold the jar under my ass and put it up to my anus asking if anyone can see him. I accidentally fart right into the jar, apologizing. He’s nowhere to be seen. I suppose I’ll deal with it later, and I head to bed.
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A Symphony of Farts: My Unforgettable Night Out video from NicoleFetish
A Symphony of Farts: My Unforgettable Night Out by NicoleFetish The cold November wind whipped my face as I walked home from the "Velvet", the place where I had spent the evening with friends. We had celebrated Marco's birthday, with laughter, chatter and a few too many drinks. Drinks, as we know, has its side effects, and I was starting to feel the first signs of it. As I walked through the deserted streets, wrapped in an almost ghostly silence, a sinister rumbling made itself felt in my gut. A sudden pang crossed my stomach, followed by an uncontrollable need to release... air. I tried to resist, squeezing my buttocks with all my strength, but it was useless. A deep and cavernous sound broke the silence of the night, followed by a wave of heat that spread along my legs. I blushed with shame, hoping that no one had heard, but another rumbling, even more powerful than the previous one, made me understand that there was no escape. By now I was at the mercy of my rebellious intestines. I decided to abandon myself to my fate, letting nature take its course. A series of short, sharp bursts accompanied my steps, creating a strange nocturnal symphony. I felt like a wind instrument gone mad, unable to control the melody that was coming out of my body. Each step was accompanied by a new sound, each breath by a further emission. At first I felt mortified, imagining the amused or disgusted looks of the invisible passers-by. Then, however, a sense of liberation took hold of me. After all, I was only responding to a natural need, a primal call of my body. As I continued to walk, I even began to enjoy myself, imagining myself as a composer of flatulent music, a master of intestinal improvisation. When I finally arrived home, I was exhausted but strangely satisfied. I had faced my embarrassing situation with a mixture of resignation and irony, transforming a moment of discomfort into an almost cathartic experience. Closing the door behind me, I couldn't help but smile. The evening had been memorable, not only for the party with friends, but also for my personal symphony of nightly farts. Il vento gelido di novembre mi sferzava il viso mentre tornavo a casa dal "Velvet", il locale dove avevo passato la serata con gli amici. Avevamo festeggiato il compleanno di Marco, tra risate, chiacchiere e qualche bicchiere di troppo. L'alcol, si sa, ha i suoi effetti collaterali, e io iniziavo a sentirne i primi segnali. Mentre percorrevo le strade deserte, avvolte in un silenzio quasi spettrale, un brontolio sinistro si palesò nelle mie viscere. Una fitta improvvisa mi attraversò lo stomaco, seguita da un'irrefrenabile bisogno di liberare... aria. Cercai di resistere, stringendo i glutei con tutte le mie forze, ma fu inutile. Un suono profondo e cavernoso ruppe il silenzio della notte, seguito da un'ondata di calore che si propagò lungo le mie gambe. Arrossii di vergogna, sperando che nessuno avesse sentito, ma un altro brontolio, ancora più potente del precedente, mi fece capire che non c'era scampo. Ormai ero in balia dei miei intestini ribelli. Decisi di abbandonarmi al mio destino, lasciando che la natura facesse il suo corso. Una serie di scoppi, brevi e secchi, accompagnarono i miei passi, creando una strana sinfonia notturna. Mi sentivo come uno strumento a fiato impazzito, incapace di controllare la melodia che usciva dal mio corpo. Ogni passo era accompagnato da un nuovo suono, ogni respiro da un'ulteriore emissione. Inizialmente mi sentii mortificata, immaginando gli sguardi divertiti o disgustati dei passanti invisibili. Poi, però, un senso di liberazione si impadronì di me. In fondo, stavo solo rispondendo a un bisogno naturale, un richiamo primordiale del mio corpo. Continuando a camminare, iniziai persino a divertirmi, immaginando di essere un compositore di musica flatulenta, un maestro dell'improvvisazione intestinale. Quando finalmente arrivai a casa, ero esausta ma stranamente soddisfatta. Avevo affrontato la mia imbarazzante situazione con un misto di rassegnazione e ironia, trasformando un momento di disagio in un'esperienza quasi catartica. Chiudendomi la porta alle spalle, non potei fare a meno di sorridere. La serata era stata memorabile, non solo per la festa con gli amici, ma anche per la mia personale sinfonia di scoregge notturne.
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