AngieFartLand

My richest client wants my panties. I'm about to go to the bathroom, my farts are gigantic and disgusting, but that's his demand. My panties are pressed between my wet buttocks, wet from farts and sweat.

My richest client wants my panties. I'm about to go to the bathroom, my farts are gigantic and disgusting, but that's his demand. My panties are pressed between my wet buttocks, wet from farts and sweat.

A taxi is waiting downstairs, and the driver is knocking on my door. I can't get up from the bathroom because huge bricks keep falling out of my butt. This is a terrible stress-brownies before my first appointment with a new mind doctor.

A taxi is waiting downstairs, and the driver is knocking on my door. I can't get up from the bathroom because huge bricks keep falling out of my butt. This is a terrible stress-brownies before my first appointment with a new mind doctor.

The last few days have been a nightmare. I was poisoned, and someone at the party did something very wrong. I don't eat anything, I barely drink anything, I just suck down these awful, disgusting brownies. There are so many of them, and I'm practically on an empty stomach!? They stink terribly, they're heavy because the sloshing sound is so loud. When I get rid of the blocks, I do this rare "something." I don't know what it is; I've never had this before!

The last few days have been a nightmare. I was poisoned, and someone at the party did something very wrong. I don't eat anything, I barely drink anything, I just suck down these awful, disgusting brownies. There are so many of them, and I'm practically on an empty stomach!? They stink terribly, they're heavy because the sloshing sound is so loud. When I get rid of the blocks, I do this rare "something." I don't know what it is; I've never had this before!

I ate at street food yesterday, i overeaten. today's emptying is gigantic. the amount of blocks and splashes is unimaginable. i am totally surprised.

I ate at street food yesterday, i overeaten. today's emptying is gigantic. the amount of blocks and splashes is unimaginable. i am totally surprised.

This toilet is not ideal for women who are ashamed of their toilet sounds. For me it is heaven on earth. Every little sound is very clearly audible. I "start" my ass and throw some rare brownies into the toilet. Women around me do it too! you can hear their sounds. One of them is talking on the phone while emptying it!

This toilet is not ideal for women who are ashamed of their toilet sounds. For me it is heaven on earth. Every little sound is very clearly audible. I "start" my ass and throw some rare brownies into the toilet. Women around me do it too! you can hear their sounds. One of them is talking on the phone while emptying it!

I'm in a shopping mall, of course I feel like using the toilet, it's afternoon so there are so many people. I choose the cleanest toilet, sit down and it begins. A symphony of splashes and wet shooting. Next to me a woman is doing what I'm doing, another is peeing so hard she must be flooding the toilet seat. They can hear me and I can hear them, but it's fun!

I'm in a shopping mall, of course I feel like using the toilet, it's afternoon so there are so many people. I choose the cleanest toilet, sit down and it begins. A symphony of splashes and wet shooting. Next to me a woman is doing what I'm doing, another is peeing so hard she must be flooding the toilet seat. They can hear me and I can hear them, but it's fun!

When I get into the toilet, there's this nasty little asshole sitting on it, he should be in his room.

I tell him to get down and get out because I have to use the toilet, but he doesn't listen to me, he laughs in my face and holds on to the toilet tightly.

I have no choice, I grab him and throw him out the door, phew now I have time for myself. When everything starts and my loudest sounds echo in the toilet, I hear him right outside the door. FUCK! I scream at him to fuck off, that he's not wanted here and that I know he's there. He doesn't care and continues to eavesdrop on me.

I bang harder and harder and I get more and more pissed off at him, but he doesn't care because he knows I can't get up from the toilet right now.

I have no choice but to make the entire toilet "mess" around him, when I'm done, I jump up from the toilet and run to him.

When I get into the toilet, there's this nasty little asshole sitting on it, he should be in his room.

I tell him to get down and get out because I have to use the toilet, but he doesn't listen to me, he laughs in my face and holds on to the toilet tightly.

I have no choice, I grab him and throw him out the door, phew now I have time for myself. When everything starts and my loudest sounds echo in the toilet, I hear him right outside the door. FUCK! I scream at him to fuck off, that he's not wanted here and that I know he's there. He doesn't care and continues to eavesdrop on me.

I bang harder and harder and I get more and more pissed off at him, but he doesn't care because he knows I can't get up from the toilet right now.

I have no choice but to make the entire toilet "mess" around him, when I'm done, I jump up from the toilet and run to him.

I'm talking to a friend, it's just the usual gossip, she also tells me about another girl. During the conversation my "winds" start, but I don't embarrass her. What's worse is that I have to call my boss, give her the code. I really hope I don't fart then. I dial the number, she picks up, I start talking, and suddenly booom, booom, one after another, long, booming farts shoot out of me. I blame it on something else, but she's not stupid, she knows what it is.

I'm talking to a friend, it's just the usual gossip, she also tells me about another girl. During the conversation my "winds" start, but I don't embarrass her. What's worse is that I have to call my boss, give her the code. I really hope I don't fart then. I dial the number, she picks up, I start talking, and suddenly booom, booom, one after another, long, booming farts shoot out of me. I blame it on something else, but she's not stupid, she knows what it is.

I'm in a big shopping mall, looking for shorts and a t-shirt. I pass gas in every changing room, ha ha ha. There are other customers and shop assistants nearby, they hear it all!

I'm in a big shopping mall, looking for shorts and a t-shirt. I pass gas in every changing room, ha ha ha. There are other customers and shop assistants nearby, they hear it all!

How is it possible that there are so many brownies in just mine? One after another falls out of me and hits the surface of the water. The whole movie is a constant splashing.

The entire movie I throw out countless pieces of cookies, how on earth did so many fit inside me?

Quick spike, quick but intense action right before leaving. This time I cheated fate and the brownie didn't ruin my plans.

'll take off the professional exam, I can't postpone it, and I have gastric problems. I sit in the bathroom with my laptop on my lap, I take a tight shot so that too much of the background behind me isn't visible. I want them to think I'm in the living room. I start to answer a question and suddenly there's a loud noise, splashes hitting the water in the toilet powerfully. They hear it and see my face. I start to cough to pretend it's that sound. After a while, another splash and a cough. FUCK! I feel awful. Another part of the exam and bass and wet farts shoot out of me. While I'm answering the question, at the same time, I fart nonstop. I'm devastated, embarrassed. HUMILIATED

I was sitting in the bathroom, pressed against the toilet by a sudden, painful stomach upset. My body had completely rebelled. It was late morning, and I was supposed to be in the conference room already, prepared for one of the most important meetings of my career — a tender negotiation with international clients that both my boss and I had worked hard to secure.

During the workout I felt this specific tension in the lower abdomen. I had a green smoothie earlier, so that's probably why I feel it so intensely. When I sit down on the toilet something unimaginable happens, I drop the most brownies I've ever dropped. You can hear splash after splash, the brownies keep falling out of me. I've never been in a situation where I threw out so many blocks

I have a plumber at home, he is fixing the pipes by my toilet, I have to chase him away because he wants to use the toilet. He reluctantly leaves the toilet. When I manage to sit down and start to empty myself, I hear his footsteps behind the door, he was supposed to go to the car, but he is near me. Thick blocks fall into the toilet one after another, and he stands and listens. He pretends he is not there, but it is so quiet that I can hear his breathing! More pieces and wet farts fall into the toilet, and he is still eavesdropping on me. I suddenly run to the door, but he managed to jump out and hide. This is some kind of masquerade!

I'm in a hurry to see the psychiatrist, I stopped at the toilet, I want it to go quickly, but it's not going the way I want it to. I managed, I threw away the brownie.
I’m sitting in the bathroom, just next to the psychiatrist’s office. My stomach gives me no choice – I have to go. I pray it’ll be quiet, discreet... but no such luck. Each piece hits the water with a loud splash, echoing like a drumroll of shame.

I know he can hear it. He’s just on the other side of the wall, and I’m supposed to bare my soul to him in a few minutes. The embarrassment washes over me like a wave. I leave the bathroom like a defeated soldier – flushed, humiliated, with my dignity in tatters.

I felt something was wrong, I had too much of it in my butt and stomach. Laxatives didn't work, nothing else did. Desperate, I reached for a cigarette and it worked! It turned out to be the best laxative. I unblocked the most hidden and lingering blockages. Those powerful sloshing sounds made me realize how clogged I was inside

How is it possible that there are so many brownies in just mine? One after another falls out of me and hits the surface of the water. The whole movie is a constant splashing.

The entire movie I throw out countless pieces of cookies, how on earth did so many fit inside me?

Quick spike, quick but intense action right before leaving. This time I cheated fate and the brownie didn't ruin my plans.

'll take off the professional exam, I can't postpone it, and I have gastric problems. I sit in the bathroom with my laptop on my lap, I take a tight shot so that too much of the background behind me isn't visible. I want them to think I'm in the living room. I start to answer a question and suddenly there's a loud noise, splashes hitting the water in the toilet powerfully. They hear it and see my face. I start to cough to pretend it's that sound. After a while, another splash and a cough. FUCK! I feel awful. Another part of the exam and bass and wet farts shoot out of me. While I'm answering the question, at the same time, I fart nonstop. I'm devastated, embarrassed. HUMILIATED

I was sitting in the bathroom, pressed against the toilet by a sudden, painful stomach upset. My body had completely rebelled. It was late morning, and I was supposed to be in the conference room already, prepared for one of the most important meetings of my career — a tender negotiation with international clients that both my boss and I had worked hard to secure.

During the workout I felt this specific tension in the lower abdomen. I had a green smoothie earlier, so that's probably why I feel it so intensely. When I sit down on the toilet something unimaginable happens, I drop the most brownies I've ever dropped. You can hear splash after splash, the brownies keep falling out of me. I've never been in a situation where I threw out so many blocks

I have a plumber at home, he is fixing the pipes by my toilet, I have to chase him away because he wants to use the toilet. He reluctantly leaves the toilet. When I manage to sit down and start to empty myself, I hear his footsteps behind the door, he was supposed to go to the car, but he is near me. Thick blocks fall into the toilet one after another, and he stands and listens. He pretends he is not there, but it is so quiet that I can hear his breathing! More pieces and wet farts fall into the toilet, and he is still eavesdropping on me. I suddenly run to the door, but he managed to jump out and hide. This is some kind of masquerade!

I'm in a hurry to see the psychiatrist, I stopped at the toilet, I want it to go quickly, but it's not going the way I want it to. I managed, I threw away the brownie.
I’m sitting in the bathroom, just next to the psychiatrist’s office. My stomach gives me no choice – I have to go. I pray it’ll be quiet, discreet... but no such luck. Each piece hits the water with a loud splash, echoing like a drumroll of shame.

I know he can hear it. He’s just on the other side of the wall, and I’m supposed to bare my soul to him in a few minutes. The embarrassment washes over me like a wave. I leave the bathroom like a defeated soldier – flushed, humiliated, with my dignity in tatters.

I felt something was wrong, I had too much of it in my butt and stomach. Laxatives didn't work, nothing else did. Desperate, I reached for a cigarette and it worked! It turned out to be the best laxative. I unblocked the most hidden and lingering blockages. Those powerful sloshing sounds made me realize how clogged I was inside