Have you ever found a muddy spot, sat down in it, found it incredibly intoxicating, but in the back of your mind you thought that you could find better? That's what happened to me in this scene. I spent several hours hiking up and down a river in the deep woods of Wisconsin to find dark topsoil and clay worthy to make a mud pit in. When I find my first location, the mud is mostly top soil. I mix it as best I can and can't help but sit myself down in it. The earth I grab at is coarse and twiggy. Deep down I know there is better mud. On my way to clean up in the river I found a spot on the shore that melts under my feet. As I churn it up, once again that urge to sit down and bury my pussy in it surfaces. This time I find myself rolling and splashing against the clay shoreline. However, being in direct contact with the river made the mud fridged. I mean, my nipples could cut diamonds! So once again I set out for mud. This time I found a crater left by a fallen tree. The pit left was full of water and mud warmed by the sun. This time I let loose. I completely loose it. Only thing that would have made it better is if I could sink up to my neck.