MUD PIG IN HEAT
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My naked body writhes in thick, sticky mud. I can’t stop moving, grinding, thrusting into the filth. The heat builds inside me — urgent, raw, overwhelming. Covered head to toe, I surrender completely, dripping and moaning, begging the earth to take me deeper. This is where I’m most real. Wet, wild, and aching to be filled.