Gassy Waitress Finds A Very Generous Tipper - WHOLE VIDEO

Description: You've come out to dinner at one of the most popular restaurants in the area and have finally been sat at a table. a short time later, i walk into view wearing a pair of tight jeans, a white semi-see-through crop top, and an apron. i'm also smacking on a piece of gum during all of our conversations. with a smile, i give you a warm welcome and then leave again to give you a chance to look over the menu. as i'm walking off, you see that i'm wearing a pair of white cotton panties, which are hanging out the top of my jeans, and at only a few steps away, you hear a loud juicy fart tear from my backside!   after a moment, i come back to take your order while chomping on my gum the whole time. as i do so, i face sideways and prop the mass of my booty up on your table. you ask for a recommendation, and i start telling you about my personal favorites, before scribbling your final selection in my notebook with a pen clutched in my clawed hands. while i write, you suddenly ask about the fart that escaped my big butt when i walked away earlier. embarrassed, i nervously apologize, but you insist that you're totally okay with it and encourage me to do so whenever i might need to. relieved, i continue taking your order, during which, another fart bubbles out my propped-up booty. i wave my hand behind me mentioning that had eaten the fajitas earlier, hinting that it was them that was giving me this nightmare gas.   i flutter my hand in front of face and apologize for the smell, while also making to leave, but you stop me with a proposition. curious, i ask what it is, and once you tell me, i'm taken aback. "are you serious?!", i exclaim, and then in a lower tone, "so, what you're saying is you'll tip me a buttload of money if i simply fart for you as much as possible during your time here?". as i think on it, you sweeten the deal by offering to tip per fart, which immediately convinces me. i glance around nervously to see if anyone is watching, before bending over in your face and letting one rip! i stand up to give a quick look around again, while laughing at how strange i find this. however, the oddity of it doesn't stop me from thrusting a few more flatulent butt vapors your way.   "this is actually good for me." i murmur, before sharing how i've been fajita-gas-bloated all day, causing me to struggle in my attempt to keep them inside. i decide to get back to being your waitress by finishing up your order and farting throughout. keeping my end of our little deal, i bend over in your face to cut another one loose, before heading off to get your food ready.   not too long later, i come back to deliver your pasta with a fart and a smile. i secretly admit that while i was in the back, i made sure to snack on my leftover fajitas so we could keep our musky good time going. feeling emboldened, you ask me for some "seasoning" on your food. i offer to take it to the kitchen, but you stop me hinting that i have the seasoning you want. figuring out that seasoning is code for something else, i grin and drag your plate right behind, and under, my fat bootay! i bend over to give the dish some very special butt spice, and i do this for you multiple times. i even get an impressively long ass-blast, and i joke about how it'll just add some unique flavor to your food.   leaning further into this whole idea, i reach back to give my booty a smack, and purr, "luckily, i have this big fat ass to make big fat farts", and i give it a jiggle. i toot fragrantly a few more times before i pop upright, remembering something. "oh! i forgot your drink!" i gasp, and run off to go fetch it for you.     i crack open your drink upon my return and set it down in front of you. you hold up your hand to stop me from leaving and ask for more "zest" in the beverage. immediately catching on, i laugh and grab the soda bottle to put the opening right up to my jeans-covered booty-hole and dump a fart into it. i push even more hot air inside the bottle as i share how crazy i think it is to be farting like this in front of a customer. usually, i have to just hold it in or take little fart breaks by quickly running outside. "it's kinda nice to be doing it right here!" i voice before setting your soda back down with a disbelieving shake of my head.   wanting to work hard for my tips, i hesitantly inquire if you'd like some more "flavor" on your pasta. you agree instantly and i slowly reach out my hand to drag your plate back behind my ass. bending over, i continue to add more mephitic yumminess to your food! the bottom of my cheeks line up perfectly with the top of the table as i roast your pasta plate with a continuous stream of steamy rippers. after this goes on for a bit, i pause to note how it seems that nobody has noticed what's going on over here yet, before getting right back down to business.   "i promise to let you eat soon", i claim, "i just need to get these out first", and i squeeze out even more rank miasma to add to the already malodorous cloud permeating the entire area around us! i make sure to occasionally bend over completely right in your face to let you breath in the gas. it also helps me to work the foul odor out, while also modeling off the white cotton panties hanging out the top of my jeans. the fetid perfume gets bad enough that i need to sometimes wave my hand in front of my face to disperse the smell, while verbalizing how gassy i am, and how you've chosen the correct waitress for this task.   eventually, i stand up to adjust my apron and hand over your meal that i've kept nice and warm with my hot gassy ass. i tell you that i hope you enjoy the food and i leave you to it, as i walk off with a fart.     once i return, i notice that you've completely cleaned your plate. i smile and ask how it was, while propping my ass up on the table again to lean back. you exclaim about how much you enjoyed all of it, before mentioning that you have another request for me. "oh yeah?", i question, "tell me more. what would you like me to do?". you don't hesitate in asking me to pull my jeans down to expose my full booty cotton panties and fart more for you like this. "oh, umm, i don't know", i timidly reply, "there's still a lot of people here and i don't think my manager would like me flashing the restaurant with my ass.", and finish my thought while wringing out my hands, "i really don't want to get in trouble.".   wanting to make this happen, you offer up even more dough if i'll do it, causing me to trepidatiously look about, before slowly removing my apron. "well", i whisper, "i guess my manager is on break, so now is as good as time as any", and i wiggle my jeans down to right underneath my butt cheeks, putting them in grabbing distance in case i need to quickly pull them up. throughout our entire conversation, i jostle out reeky butt-burps like an avalanche.   turning my ass directly towards you, i deliver a few wet-sounding bubblers directly onto your face, before propping my cheeks back up on the table to release gassy mayhem, where i cycle through leaning back and bending forward. i look down at your crotch where i notice just how much you're enjoying what i'm doing, which gives me an idea. i turn to face my big butt towards you again, as i murmur, "you really like these big fat farts from this big fat ass, don't you?" and i grab my asscheek to give it a solid jiggle and smack to really emphasize my point. realizing the shaking is helping to relieve the gas, i jiggle and smack the other cheek before naughtily muttering, "i have a nice big fat one lined up just for you!" and i propel a bassy ass-blast from between my cheeks with gusto!   i giggle with how dirty this is and ask if you're ready for my phat ass to gift you another fat fart? you simply nod your head as i find a rhythm of driving out trumpet-stinkers, jiggling and smacking my bouncing bottom, and dirty talking about my fatty ass producing fatty fetid farts. when you ask for a refill, i instantly know what you want. i snatch up your mostly drinken beverage to fart directly into the opening a few times while moaning out my spicy dirty fart talk.   i become so immersed in what i've been doing that i briefly forget i'm in a busy restaurant and that i haven't been fully paying attention. i throw a quick shy glance around and pull my jeans up for a little break. this doesn't stop the pungent odors from expelling out of my backside, just now through my jeans. you take this opportunity to make a final request for me to bend over and fart right in your face. i barely bat an eye at it this time and i eagerly comply by putting my jeans-clad ass up to your nose and cut the cheese all over it. this goes on for a time, during which i assertively coo about how you need to sniff up all that stinky air that's surrounding you.   finally feeling as though i'm experiencing a nice bit of relief from the fajita-bloat i've had all day, i decide to give you one last good flap-and-flutter with my jeans pulled back down below my cheeks. this 'last one' turns into a few more since i've been enjoying myself so much. eventually, i pull up my pants back up and ask if you're ready to settle the bill.   a short time later, i'm back to say thank you for the absolutely massive tip you've just given me and thank you for actually keeping your word on the matter. i gush about the fun i've had and tell you that you can come back anytime you want. "anytime!" i happily pronounce a second time, and with a big smile. i turn around to give a final fart through the jeans, before contently sighing, "have a great night!", and i bounce away in the greatest mood i think i've ever been in!   this video is a part of a 4-day release. over the last 3 days, i released the 1st, 2nd and 3rd parts. today i am releasing the whole video, which has been discounted for your patience! enjoy!!!