Cleo, using a well-deserved weekend after the next runway show, decided to spend it sunbathing on the beach. The beach was private, a series of rather steep stairs led to it.

Alas, Cleo didn't calculate something. Even with the sunscreen she always used, she got a little sunburn. She understood that Maggie, her agent, would be upset and angry and that she would probably be forced to miss the next few shows and photo shoots.

She took off her bikini to wash off the coconut sunscreen from her body..

The bikini was custom designed to fit her green eyes and complement her short curly red hair, but was not designed to get wet.

Then Cleo looked at the upcoming steep climb.

She clearly did not enjoy the idea of climbing all these steps - and even in her "burnt" state. But her bungalow was located just a few hundred meters up the stream, which had a beach, and another path leading to it, went right next to the stream.

Cleo went along the shore. At first she carefully avoided the dirty surface in the floodplain of the stream. But the dirt looked so attractive...

She thought of a short stop to lie in the cool enveloping mud, to relieve the sensation of burnt skin.

But she knew that it was too late, and her friends, who would have to come to visit her in two hours, would probably be worried if she lingered for a long time.

After a few more minutes, only two hundred meters from her bungalow, she came across a mud - or rather - a mud can, too large to go around.

The old, moss-covered log was a kind of bridge. After a second hesitation, she jumped onto the log and balancing went along it.

But the log was too slippery from wet moss, and after about ten meters - it stumbled, slipping first with one, and then the second foot into the mud and being forced to take a few more steps in it to restore balance.

She tried to pull her legs out, but only got stuck almost to her knees. Nevertheless, the feeling of enveloping cool mud - was amazing and Cleo - a little unexpected for herself - decided to indulge.

She bent down, scooped up a couple of handfuls of dirt and began to spread them on the rest of the legs.

The feeling was amazing - better than a nourishing cream! Therefore, Cleo immediately had the desire to cover the rest of her burnt body with mud.

She took off her bikini, casually threw it behind his back and pumped to swing her graceful long flexible legs to dive deeper. She scooped up more and more portions of dirt with her hands, and smeared it - on her bloated stomach, on her hips, on her beautiful elastic ass ...

Cleo sighed with pleasure and relief as the dirt began to cool her body.

And then ... When the dirt reached
the inside of her thighs - she found that a viscous black cool mass not only cools her body, but also kindles an internal fire in it.

Unaware of anything else, completely not caring about the already obvious danger, she redoubled her efforts to plunge deeper into the mud, starting to turn her hips.

She smeared mud on her breasts, feeling her nipples harden. Cleo moaned softly and took another bite of dirt to cover her arms, shoulders, face and hair.

When the dirt rose to her waist, she threw her hands into her and with her fingers opened her pussy wide to allow the dirt to enter into her.

The dirt immediately took advantage of this "invitation", filled the vagina, and Cleo received the first, amazing, orgasm. Then she began to rotate her hips even more violently and move her legs up and down.

She sank deeper, her downward movement and increasing dirt pressure in her pussy filled - Cleo gave incredible, never before experienced pleasure.

When the dirt touched the bottom of her chest, she tried to stretch out her hands and massage her breasts and nipples, but to her slight annoyance she found that her hands were firmly stuck - just like her legs.

She moaned louder, then started screaming. Dirt covered her breasts, caressing her hard nipples, and her fingers energetically and skillfully
massaged the clitoris.

It was already difficult for Cleo to breathe, the dirt was pressing on her chest, her shoulders were already gone under the surface of the mud can, the dirt reached Cleo's chin, but light asphyxia only strengthened her pleasure, merging incredible orgasms into a continuous chain.

... Cleo, throwing her head back, screamed for about half a minute, her cry echoed in the vicinity. Suddenly he broke off, giving way for a couple of seconds with an indistinct gurgling sound. Cleo convulsively opened her mouth as wide as possible and breathed in full force - but instead of air, a viscous mass poured into her throat and lungs ...

OMG, what a Lover! - successfully swept through a hot brain with the head of Cleo gone into the Marsh in a fit of recent incredible orgasmic convulsions.

... It was all over. The dirt on the surface continued to fluctuate for several tens of seconds, but then all movement ceased. It began to rain ...

Cleo's friends and girlfriends came to look for her in three hours, but found only her wet and soiled model bikini - on the surface of a bottomless mud can only a half meter from the place where their girlfriend met her Incredibly Passionate and Sweet End. What happened - they did not understand... For absolutely everyone - Cleo disappeared without a trace...