I didn't mean to fall for it.
I was dressed just right--my skirt hugging my hips, blouse soft against my skin, socks pulled high above my loafers. I felt polished. Controlled.
Then I saw the mud.
Dark. Warm. Tempting. It called to me, thick and waiting. I stepped in--slowly. The mud wrapped around my shoes, slipped over my ankles, cold and teasing. My breath hitched.
I kept walking, deeper, until I sank to my knees. The fabric clung. The earth pulled. I let it. I ran my fingers through it, rolled my body in it, every inch of me coated and alive. There was something wicked about the mess, something delicious.
By the time I stood, soaked and filthy, I didn't care who saw me.
I'd never felt so good.
File count: | 1 |
Total size: | 909.65MB |
Runtime: | 10 mins, 2 secs |
Released: | 8/08/25 |
Views: | 65 |
Scene ID: | 94606 |
Tagged: | Female |
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