CheekyLuna wanted to do something a bit special, and destroy her actual wedding dress in the gunge tank. So, for such a special scene, she's gone all out so she can have as much fun as possible.

We greet Luna already sitting in the tank in her long, flowing wedding dress. The shoulders and bodice have patterned lace and subtle sequin detail. The neckline plunges gently, cradling her ample boobs perfectly. Layers of delicate chiffon flow generously over a layer of satin. She wears her lace and satin shoes from the day, butterfly necklace and sparkling hair slide. Her nails have been done with an elegant french tip and she had her hair done professionally, styled with flowing bouncing curls, just before the scene. Above her, 2* 20L gunge tanks have been filled with slightly runnier gunge, one side blue/green the other purple/green, and the main 40L tank has been filled with thick red and black gunge, all lovely and warm, as she requested. The triggers are hers to pull.

As she explains her setup, it's clear just how much she's wanted to do this, but also how nervous she is about doing it. Without warning she plucks up the courage and pulls down on the first trigger rope hard. Instantly, the side tanks release their load, landing above her boobs and spraying over her wedding dress, destroying it forever. Mouth wide, she sits shocked and agog. A subtle lean back, and both streams target her cleavage, which is met with a squeal, some flowing inside but most cascading vigorously over her dress. After 20 seconds, the tanks have slowed to a trickle, and Luna can only look down speechless at herself before breaking into fits of giggles. She composes herself slightly, but can't help but keep giggling.

Her perfect hair and make-up were largely unscathed by the first gunging, but she knows that isn't going to last. She takes the second rope in hand and eventually finds the courage again. Thick red gunge mushrooms over her hair ruining it in seconds. She sways side to side, covering the delicate lace over her arms. She leans back and faces upwards, the thick dark gunge clinging to her hair and face. She rubs the gunge over herself before the inevitable fit of giggles.

She wants to get every part of the dress, gets down into the gunge on the floor of the pool, struggling to move around under the heavy soaked fabric. The giggles continue as she begins pouring jugs of gunge over any white fabric she can find. Her shoes get a helping next. The play continues, interjected with looks down at herself in disbelief. She spins around and pours gunge down her back and over her hair. Continuing around she spots another white bit, which swiftly has jugs of gunge thrown over it. She manages to lift up the heavy fabric of the bottom of her dress, showing how sodden it is. She pours several jugs down the front of her dress, enjoying watching half spill back out.

She signs off, satisfied that her dress is completely trashed.

A second camera was placed inside the tank.