I'm some normie taking a walk. As I come to the edge of the mud, I catch you. I can't begin to know what's going on here, and your face is a blend of shock and humiliation. We hold eye contact...a little too long... and I feel myself getting hard in my pants. You see it, and proceed to use one hand to rub your ass in sensual circles as you slowly thrust in the mud. There was no choice. I'm now completely slathered in the mud with you, climbing on top to get balls-deep in your mud-lubricated, soft, and warm ass!
Hey, I know that place. I went to that place, but only a small distance; it's not too far away from Vallejo, CA, where Six Flags is. Maybe, we can go there together?
nice ...i'm imagining the gold to actualy be a thin coating of quicksand just after you climbed out of a deep thick bog flexing after your escape from the QS pit