Mugpuddle

There's no escape for this poor girl as she is slowly drawn down into the thick mud. The strange bog seems to have a mind of it's own... or at least a face, which to her horror seems bent on taking more than her life. Squirming only quickens her fate... and other things... but gasping, she finds she is helpless to do little else. Flushing in repeated bliss, she can only watch as her hips slowly rock themselves deeper and deeper into the slick, living clay.