Stinky Latex Fart Bubbles - Part 2 - Water-Filled Bathtub

Description: The waterline glimmers as i lower myself into the oversized tub, the shiny candy-apple red latex pants gripping my lower half like a glistening second skin, while the red of my spandex top deepens into a darker crimson where it dips below the water. the shifting reflections of the water catch on the latex in unique ways, making every curve of my hourglass figure look amplified and exaggerated, perfectly modeling all of my juicy contours. the view is mesmerizing: soft rippling water meeting latex that squeaks and sighs with every move, shift, and adjustment. the challenge here is much the same as on the hardwood floor: i’m emptying my bloated, gas-filled belly into the latex, hoping to puff them out with visible fart bubbles. the tub is practically filled to the brim with water, so each cheeky exhale has to fight through both latex and liquid before spilling to the surface. i experiment with positions: pressing myself up against the side of the bathtub, one leg climbing high on the wall; stretching one leg forward and one leg back, ass floating delectably in the water; tucking my knees in to rotate my phat cheeks toward you before giving a turbulent, jiggly shake. almost like a science experiment, i mentally note every undulating rumble, fluttering quake, and rolling thunderclap proudly pronounced from my backend. some of my favorites are when a steamy bun-burner vibrates out so intensely it flaps for a moment against the inside of the squeaky latex before finally gurgling free to burble to the surface with little blurps, ffhlups, and plouphs. all the while, the repugnant air i’ve been pushing out in unholy stink waves has been clinging to the water’s surface like seasoning, waiting for its imminent face-first discovery. that discovery being my face. i push out a thick fart and, without thinking, dip forward right into the miasma hovering there. my head jerks back as the eggy, rancid stank floods my nose, my little space buns bouncing from the snap. “why does it smell so bad?!” i giggle, wrinkling my nose and trying not to laugh at how i keep pressing my sniffer right back into the ripe air. it’s as if the noxious odor keeps making me forget what just happened, and no amount of frantic hand waving will disperse the soupy, acrid rank behind me. by the end, i’m breathless. the relentless stink reverberates through the latex before clinging to my skin. the pooter-puffs balloon the latex, swelling it outward before slipping loose. the tushy shakes under and over the water, sending ripples outward with every bounce of my bootylicious bottom. finishing with a triumphant fart and a celebratory hip wiggle, i send you a kiss with a wide sweeping hand flourish, leaving the tub swirling with the aftermath of my cheeky challenge. these pants truly feel like treasure to me. glossy red candy-apple latex that somehow make even a bathtub feel like a stage. the effort i put into filling them with gas bubbles is the same energy i’ll always put into caring for them: adjusting, polishing, storing, cherishing. they’re an absolute favorite, and after this i can’t wait to wrap myself in them again, leaving you to imagine what kind of butt-bubbling mischief they’ll inspire next. this video is part of a 4-day release yesterday, i released the 1st part. today, i am releasing part 2, with the contents of the video detailed in the description portion above. tomorrow, i will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience.