Another oatmeal mess to ruin a dress. As soon as I step into the pool of oatmeal with my rubber boots I try to remind myself to take it slow. There's a lot of mess and I want to try to savor it. I begin by rubbing the goo up my legs, teasing myself, slowly dripping it over my dress, and rubbing it all over my ass. I want it all over me. I scoop it up and drip it over my clothes. Once I feel I trashed my dress enough it was time to start on me. Only once I've made the inside of my dress as messy as the outside to I feel satisfied with the oatmeal by itself.