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<![CDATA[Free bowel movement variety Porn Videos (5) - PORNITO]]> https://pornito.xxx/tags/bowel-movement-variety/ Thu 16 Apr 2026 02:52:38 +0200 <![CDATA[ A Vore-ish Misunderstanding And The Gas That Followed - WHOLE VIDEO ]]> https://pornito.xxx/videos/7130551/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-whole-video/

I'm dressed in a brand new schoolgirl outfit, which consists of: a very short high-waisted red plaid ruffle-trimmed skirt, with a pair of lace booty shorts that barely contain my phat ass underneath; a tie-front red plaid trimmed white crop top, with a lacey pushup bra underneath; and a pair of thigh-high white stockings. my hair is also tied in a very loose side braid. i start off by explaining the predicament we happen to be in. how the moment you, my boyfriend, came home, i swallowed you whole. i also swallowed a phone to send this video to once i'm done filming it. the phone can't save you, either, because it's unable to make outgoing calls. it can only receive calls and, of course, this video. i turn around to grab, jiggle, and smack my butt, but not before delivering a bubbly fart and an earthy burp. while gripping and shaking my backside, i further explain how my body is currently turning your body into this big fat ass! i proceed to rip ass, belch loudly, and smack, jiggle, and shake/twerk my bouncy butt throughout the entirety of making this video, which just punctuates every point i make about what's currently happening to you. i ponder, in detail, about how terrified you must be as you're slowly broken apart and dissolved in my stomach acids, just to become part of my ever-growing tushy, gas from both ends, and person-sized dumps which can bury, and destroy, a toilet. rubbing my belly, i mention how i can still feel you moving and thrashing about inside of it, which is quite surprising that you've held on long enough to still move to that degree. i mock how deformed you must look right now, being only partially digested and all, as you're slowly becoming one with the booty. when i next push out a deliciously disgusting-smelling fart, i joke about how that gas is little bits of you being dispersed into the world. i decide this is the perfect place to share exactly why you're in this situation because i'm sure you've been wondering about it. after a solid whooshy bubble-squeaker, i assert loudly that i don't put up with cheating assholes! i then reveal just how i discovered you've been cheating. you'd been acting strangely for about a month, so i decided to follow you one day, and i saw you heading into the mall with another girl! being that it's valentines day today, and you not saying a damn thing about any of it, i finally got fed up and ate you as soon as you walked in the door. i smile in a wicked way, while simultaneously sending a flutter fart and substantial burp towards the camera, before excitedly divulging the cherry on top of it all. i let you know that since i'd discovered you're a cheating fuck, i've been fucking all of your friends like a slutty little bimbo. i shake out a fart by hand grabbing my ass fat and jiggling it around. i laugh about how i've been taking full advantage of being my old big booty ho self, by doing all of the naughty things. things like sex parties or shows, orgies, various positions with various numbers of your friends, including all the different types of dp's, just to list a few. i break another bit of putrid air in my satisfaction at delivering this information, before purring, "aren't i just the worst?" i wonder out loud why you would cheat on me, causing me to scoff. i ponder if it's because i happen to be a fart fetish model and have really stinky gas, which i aptly demonstrate with a particularly pungent fart. i laugh at the irony because if that truly is the problem, then now little digested pieces of you are coming out with every single anal expression, mouth wind, and bathroom trip. "oh!", i mock, "here's comes a little bit of you!", and i turn around to show off my twerk farting skills. ah yes, i continue my offensively stinky onslaught, with the gas from both ends often interrupting me. i pat my stomach, revisiting my shock at feeling you still wiggling around inside. usually, whenever i have my man-snacks, their slow digestion is imminent, breaking them down, bit by bit, into this acrid air-saturating miasma. immediately following this, i always need to take the biggest person-sized dump ever! "after i ate you earlier", i convey to the camera, "i completely buried the toilet with your remains.", and with a smile i add, "bones and everything.". i think for a moment and then clarify that if i'm still feeling you squirming in my tummy, it must mean the dump i took earlier was only your bottom half which had evacuated from my rear end. i muse for a moment on how digesting a 6-foot guy would probably take multiple dumps, before then abruptly turning around to work out another twerk-fart. "all i wanted was a regular valentine's day, with flowers, sex, gifts, and a date!", i remark in the tone of an annoyed sigh, "but no! instead, i have the inconvenience of finding myself a new boyfriend.". looking back to the camera with a smelly face-fountain of air, i haughtily assert that you're better off being a part of my big fat ass, and i follow this by smacking, grabbing, and jiggling my bubbly bottom to emphasize my words. as i slowly stand up from shaking my bobbing buttocks at the camera, i notice my boyfriend's (well, ex-boyfriend's) roommate standing nearby, watching me. startled, i say hi and then nervously ask how much he'd seen or heard, which ends up being a significant amount. shrugging it off, he explains that he didn't like my boyfriend that much anyway. relieved to have someone i could express my annoyances about my boyfriend with, i quickly start listing off all of the things i didn't like about him, which mostly have to do with him being a broke wimpy loser who consistently makes poor life choices. i accentuate each reason he tends to irritate me with fetid flatulence and barking belches to match. throughout our conversation (me and mr. roomie), i make sure to illustrate my attraction to you by exhibiting overly obvious flirtations and brazenly noticeable stares or looks whenever i observe your muscles stretching the seams of your shirt. talk about yummy! i finish my tirade about my now ex, by clearly announcing that, in addition to everything else, he's also been a cheating asshole! i go on to plainly detail the story of how i saw him going into the mall with another girl. you (the roommate) patiently wait for me to finish, before sharing what really happened. my draw drops further and further with each revelation, and i repeat it all back as if i'm trying to convince myself that everything you're saying is true. turns out, the other girl was actually a real estate agent helping my boyfriend find a new place, which he was then going to ask me to move into with him. she went to the mall with him because he wanted some assistance selecting an engagement ring for me, which he then planned to propose with on valentine's day --- today. realizing my massive mistake, i snort out a salty "whoops"! i awkwardly stand there for a moment, while letting butt-flappers flap and mouth-pooters poot, before starting to justify eating my boyfriend, and how it all was actually his own fault. you (roommate) offer the suggestion to regurgitate him, and in my initial optimism, i'm hasty to agree with the idea, but then just as swiftly retract my approval once i think on it further. i make a face as i describe how, if i were to do so, he'd come out a half-digested, deformed little half body. my face distorts even more when i think of anyone seeing me with a stumpy melted person in tow, and yes, that would be a horrible idea. there's also the fact that i did kinda already ho out with all of his friends. as i'm relaying all of this information to you, i'm simultaneously delivering farts, burps, ass shaking/twerking, hand booty jiggling/wobbling, and butt smacking. rubbing my belly to assess how things are going in there, i get an ecstatic look on my face and chirp that i think it's finally time to send my (ex) boyfriend this recording. i reach out and grab the camera to do just that. a short while later you (roomie) and i are chatting again. well, more like flirting, which you've been doing plenty of, as well. you're happy to confirm how none of this was my fault, and i giddily nod along. i decide this is a good time to cutely apologize for completely covering/burying your toilet with my ex's remains, and also for my insatiable gas. with a big smile, you tell me that you're totally into it. seizing the opportunity, i hurriedly particularize how i'm always steamy with malodorous odors, and not just when i have a little i-ate-my-boyfriend misunderstanding. as a quick little addition to our conversation, i point out that you no longer have a roommate (because i ate him, duh), and cheekily ask if you'd like me to replace him. of course, you are all too quick to agree. i suddenly stand up straight, while massaging my belly, and comment that i no longer feeling my (ex) boyfriend struggling. feeling a jolt of urgency to take my final dump, i light up with an idea. i suggest we go on a first date, but like, right now. all of our flirting has built to overflowing and i'm not shy in asking for what i want, which happens to be fucking your brains out in the woods behind the apartment building. i moan in anticipation, adding that after we do the nasty, i'll be needing to take my final mountainous person-sized, bones-and-all, dump. i surprise you once more by encouraging you to record everything we're about to do. all of it. the sex and the dump! excited to have something (aka the upcoming video) to commemorate our first naughty date, i rush off, pulling you along with me. i don't want to waste another moment waiting to get started on our "fuck and dump" plan. but, not before i toot a couple more terrible-tasting tail-end taint-ticklers and burble a couple more beefily-bitter boldly-bodacious bubbler-belches. at the end of the video, i've included some impressively impressive bonus gas, just for fun. we can't let a single burp or fart go to waste, now can we? ___________________________________________________________________________ this video is a part of a 4-day release. 1-3) over the last 3 days, i released the 1st, 2nd and 3rd parts. 4) today i am releasing the whole video, which has been discounted for your patience! enjoy!!! ]]> Sun 15 Mar 2026 09:09:26 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7130551/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-whole-video/ <![CDATA[ A Vore-ish Misunderstanding And The Gas That Followed - PART 3 ]]> https://pornito.xxx/videos/7124921/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-part-3/

I finish my tirade about my now ex, by clearly announcing that, in addition to everything else, he's also been a cheating asshole! i go on to plainly detail the story of how i saw him going into the mall with another girl. you (the roommate) patiently wait for me to finish, before sharing what really happened. my draw drops further and further with each revelation, and i repeat it all back as if i'm trying to convince myself that everything you're saying is true. turns out, the other girl was actually a real estate agent helping my boyfriend find a new place, which he was then going to ask me to move into with him. she went to the mall with him because he wanted some assistance selecting an engagement ring for me, which he then planned to propose with on valentine's day --- today. realizing my massive mistake, i snort out a salty "whoops"! i awkwardly stand there for a moment, while letting butt-flappers flap and mouth-pooters poot, before starting to justify eating my boyfriend, and how it all was actually his own fault. you (roommate) offer the suggestion to regurgitate him, and in my initial optimism, i'm hasty to agree with the idea, but then just as swiftly retract my approval once i think on it further. i make a face as i describe how, if i were to do so, he'd come out a half-digested, deformed little half body. my face distorts even more when i think of anyone seeing me with a stumpy melted person in tow, and yes, that would be a horrible idea. there's also the fact that i did kinda already ho out with all of his friends. as i'm relaying all of this information to you, i'm simultaneously delivering farts, burps, ass shaking/twerking, hand booty jiggling/wobbling, and butt smacking. rubbing my belly to assess how things are going in there, i get an ecstatic look on my face and chirp that i think it's finally time to send my (ex) boyfriend this recording. i reach out and grab the camera to do just that. a short while later you (roomie) and i are chatting again. well, more like flirting, which you've been doing plenty of, as well. you're happy to confirm how none of this was my fault, and i giddily nod along. i decide this is a good time to cutely apologize for completely covering/burying your toilet with my ex's remains, and also for my insatiable gas. with a big smile, you tell me that you're totally into it. seizing the opportunity, i hurriedly particularize how i'm always steamy with malodorous odors, and not just when i have a little i-ate-my-boyfriend misunderstanding. as a quick little addition to our conversation, i point out that you no longer have a roommate (because i ate him, duh), and cheekily ask if you'd like me to replace him. of course, you are all too quick to agree. i suddenly stand up straight, while massaging my belly, and comment that i no longer feeling my (ex) boyfriend struggling. feeling a jolt of urgency to take my final dump, i light up with an idea. i suggest we go on a first date, but like, right now. all of our flirting has built to overflowing and i'm not shy in asking for what i want, which happens to be fucking your brains out in the woods behind the apartment building. i moan in anticipation, adding that after we do the nasty, i'll be needing to take my final mountainous person-sized, bones-and-all, dump. i surprise you once more by encouraging you to record everything we're about to do. all of it. the sex and the dump! excited to have something (aka the upcoming video) to commemorate our first naughty date, i rush off, pulling you along with me. i don't want to waste another moment waiting to get started on our "fuck and dump" plan. but, not before i toot a couple more terrible-tasting tail-end taint-ticklers and burble a couple more beefily-bitter boldly-bodacious bubbler-belches. at the end of the video, i've included some impressively impressive bonus gas, just for fun. we can't let a single burp or fart go to waste, now can we? ___________________________________________________________________________ this video is a part of a 4-day release. 1) 2 days ago, i released the 1st part. 2) yesterday, i released the 2nd part. 3) today, i am releasing part 3, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. 4) tomorrow, i will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience! ]]> Mon 09 Mar 2026 22:57:49 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7124921/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-part-3/ <![CDATA[ A Vore-ish Misunderstanding And The Gas That Followed - PART 2 ]]> https://pornito.xxx/videos/7120508/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-part-2/

I wonder out loud why you would cheat on me, causing me to scoff. i ponder if it's because i happen to be a fart fetish model and have really stinky gas, which i aptly demonstrate with a particularly pungent fart. i laugh at the irony because if that truly is the problem, then now little digested pieces of you are coming out with every single anal expression, mouth wind, and bathroom trip. "oh!", i mock, "here's comes a little bit of you!", and i turn around to show off my twerk farting skills. ah yes, i continue my offensively stinky onslaught, with the gas from both ends often interrupting me. i pat my stomach, revisiting my shock at feeling you still wiggling around inside. usually, whenever i have my man-snacks, their slow digestion is imminent, breaking them down, bit by bit, into this acrid air-saturating miasma. immediately following this, i always need to take the biggest person-sized dump ever! "after i ate you earlier", i convey to the camera, "i completely buried the toilet with your remains.", and with a smile i add, "bones and everything.". i think for a moment and then clarify that if i'm still feeling you squirming in my tummy, it must mean the dump i took earlier was only your bottom half which had evacuated from my rear end. i muse for a moment on how digesting a 6-foot guy would probably take multiple dumps, before then abruptly turning around to work out another twerk-fart. "all i wanted was a regular valentine's day, with flowers, sex, gifts, and a date!", i remark in the tone of an annoyed sigh, "but no! instead, i have the inconvenience of finding myself a new boyfriend.". looking back to the camera with a smelly face-fountain of air, i haughtily assert that you're better off being a part of my big fat ass, and i follow this by smacking, grabbing, and jiggling my bubbly bottom to emphasize my words. as i slowly stand up from shaking my bobbing buttocks at the camera, i notice my boyfriend's (well, ex-boyfriend's) roommate standing nearby, watching me. startled, i say hi and then nervously ask how much he'd seen or heard, which ends up being a significant amount. shrugging it off, he explains that he didn't like my boyfriend that much anyway. relieved to have someone i could express my annoyances about my boyfriend with, i quickly start listing off all of the things i didn't like about him, which mostly have to do with him being a broke wimpy loser who consistently makes poor life choices. i accentuate each reason he tends to irritate me with fetid flatulence and barking belches to match. throughout our conversation (me and mr. roomie), i make sure to illustrate my attraction to you by exhibiting overly obvious flirtations and brazenly noticeable stares or looks whenever i observe your muscles stretching the seams of your shirt. talk about yummy! ___________________________________________________________________________ this video is a part of a 4-day release. 1) yesterday, i released the 1st part. 2) today, i am releasing part 2, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. 3) tomorrow, i will release the 3rd part. 4) the following day, i will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience! ]]> Thu 05 Mar 2026 08:37:28 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7120508/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-part-2/ <![CDATA[ A Vore-ish Misunderstanding And The Gas That Followed - PART 1 ]]> https://pornito.xxx/videos/7119544/a-vore-ish-misunderstanding-and-the-gas-that-followed-part-1/

later that evening i'm back with my side thing, you, aka my new main squeeze. we're in my room and i'm encouraging you to have a seat because i have so much to tell you. i prance into view and jump onto the bed, and excitedly announce that i actually went through with our plan for me to eat my boyfriend, so we can cash in on his life insurance plan and will. "if you haven't noticed", i say with a hand flourish and gesture, "he's not any" -- a bubbly belch interrupts the word in such a nice smelly way -- "where in my place." i take my time regaling you with the story of: how my boring-ass boyfriend came home from his boring-ass job; how i gave him the opportunity to do better and redeem himself, to which he failed miserably; how i freely released gas from both ends, while expressing my annoyance at how things have become; how i told him about you and the way you fulfill my needs in a way that he could never; how i was going to swallow him whole, and have lots and lots of sex with you afterward; how i'd have you cum down my throat, which he laughed at because he thought i was kidding (i was not); how he finally became afraid, smelling ripe with it, and simultaneously noticed i'd been backing him into a corner; how i explained what we were going to use the money for; how i taunted him about leaving his "remains" right on the front porch of loved ones; and how this is the most note-worthy thing he'd ever done with his life. i provocatively talk about how i can already feel him turning into the fat on my ass, while wind breaks from my bubble butt and from my mouth. working myself into being horny just from talking about it, i lustfully command, "why don't you come over here and fuck me! then, you can put your dick in my mouth!" after some seriously steamy sex, i'd noticed you were getting close to cumming, so i asked you to pause and let me suck the cum from your cock. "how did it feel to fuck me while he was thrashing around in my stomach?" i whisper before i dive my mouth down onto your cock. i follow this by burping on your dick and thrusting it back between my lips. my backside answers my belches with bassy, yet squeaky, butt-blasts i get you closer and closer to cumming down my throat and coating my partially-digested boyfriend in it. i include plenty of dirty talk about what's currently happening and what you're about to do. i moan about how you'd pulled my panties to the side and we had a 'fucking' good time, while my (ex) boyfriend struggled in my belly. soon, i start to encourage you to cum down my throat, and on a particularly loud bubbler from my rear, you do just that. your cock explodes with spunk, which you hear me quickly, and greedily, gulp down. afterwards, i'm sprawling out sexily on my bed, while letting a long fart slip from my ass, and i verbally express how sexually satisfied i am. i'm excited that we can finally start our life together. there's no more hiding. "now that we've completely the fantasy", i purr, "i think it's time to go bury the toilet." and i stop to ponder for a moment before continuing, "i can only imagine what his skull is going to look like. he was so scared when the time came to finally eat him! that pure terror has to be immortalized forever on his skull!" i take a breath to calm down since all this talk is getting me turned on again. i tell you that after i've had the person-sized bowel movement, i'll bring you in to show it off. this way, you can know what i mean when i say that i bury toilets. when the urge becomes more urgent, i run off to go handle some toilet-clogging business, leaving you to think about our hot smelly future together. this video is a part of a 4-day release. 2 days ago, i released the 1st part. yesterday, i released the 2nd part. today, i am releasing part 3, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. tomorrow, i will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience! ]]> Sun 25 Aug 2024 02:29:49 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6183373/i-made-a-gassy-vore-plan-with-my-side-thing-to-rid-myself-of-my-boring-boyfriend-part-3/