Slop Rumble
We rumble on our knees in the muck, sliding against each other with every lunge, hair plastered to our faces, smeared in cold, chunky slime, both of us slipping and gasping as we fight for the upper hand. It's gross, it's loud, and the loser doesn't get off easy.
No mercy, no cleanup, just two messy babes rumbling dirty in a pool of everything we've been covered in all day long.
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