Before I even started to address your bad boy cock, I'd pull those shorts all the way off; cuff your wrists behind your head; and lightly, slowly graze my fingertips all over your body, from your neck to your ankles, tracing their way up and down your skin twenty, thirty, fifty times before I turned my attention to teasing your aching balls and then, finally, beginning to stroke your bad boy cock, lightly. . .slowly, taking you to the edge time and time and time again until you sighed, moaned, asked, pleaded, whimpered, begged, and even screamed for me to let you cum; until, finally, in a moment of quiet desperation, you looked me directly in the eyes and asked, almost whispering, for me to _make_ you cum. :splosh: :splosh: :splosh:
If we went for a walk together, and you randomly waded into this mud and started wallowing, all rationality would leave me as I get in and play with you!
Very good video with the white plaster. If you had placed the seal at ground level, it would have been easier to bury your head completely in the seal and you would have had a different feeling.