Birds, bong rips and butt-banging—step into Sarah B.’s horny, yet wholesome, world.
As adult performer lore goes, Australian giantess (6’ 2”) Sarah Button is the Paul Bunyan of our generation: a towering legend steeped in mythology. But unlike her axe-wielding analogue, Sarah’s tall tales are as real as the FUPA (puffy vagina) she loves to flaunt.
Whether she’s smuggling her ex’s ashes into the UAE inside a hollowed-out butt plug (an international incident that got her banned from ever stepping foot in the Emirates again) or getting her guts rearranged in Antarctica, Sarah is the best thing to come out of Australia since Yahoo Serious (look him up, he’s a real person).
Oh to be a fly on the wall! What does she eat? Who does she peg? Why can’t she stop reading James Patterson novels? For these answers and more, we go deep inside Sarah B. with her exhaustively detailed 48-hour diary.
DAY 1
8 a.m.: Good morning! I just woke up, let the dogs out and now I’m feeding my cats.
8:30 a.m.: Cats are fed, now I’m off to find my favorite toy and have some “me” time before making a video for my OnlyFans page. Then I need to get ready for the gym, pronto.
9:30 a.m.: Ready to go, but first I need to let the birds out of their house so they can hang out in their room. Yes, my birds have their own room during the day when they’re not in their sleeping cage (very spoiled birds).
