"Through the vibrations in her seat, and by watching through the driver's side mirror, she sees and feels the immediate digging of that chained up mud tire immersing itself down into the quagmire, flinging a combination of gravel, snow, mud, and ice as it quickly dug its self-made prison ever deeper. Shit is being flung well out in front of her steed as well as well behind it, as she tramps her sloppy fitting, deep-treaded, platform Steve Madden GATSBY loafer, 3 sizes too big for her warm, double-knee-socked feet up and down on the accelerator. Her right heel regularly lifts clear of the shoe box, rising up completely out of the big, warm, treaded, muddy shoe, as she works the ass of the Pontiac ever deeper down into the depths of the soft muck. It's a hopeless situation, and as she looks through the passenger mirror and realizes that her right rear, chained-up, deep-lugged, aired-down Firestone Town * Country mud/snow tire is just sitting there doing nothing as she tramps the pedal ever more urgently, a kind of calm, nirvana begins to take hold -- the idea that her big, heavy, treaded, deep-lugged, heavy, high-heeled platform loafer is imparting all that big V-8 power onto just that one deeply, hopelessly, hung-up tire, she begins to lubricate heavily. Her nipples are rigid, and her ass is puckered beyond belief."
"Mercy -- Now she's out in her Pontiac Catalina, with deep treaded Firestone snow/mud tires on the ass end, and she has cleated snow chains on the rear-end as it's a snowy, icy day, and she doesn't want to get her Catalina, with its big 400 ci motor all hung up down in a mudhole. But, the damn fucking thing is not positrac, and she stops at the c-store on a back road, and the parking lost is just gravel and snow and it's wet and icy, and she goes to leave and backs just the driver's side ass end of her white Catalina down into a mucky, snow covered ditch, and she distinctly feels the ass of her steed drop off the end of the graded lot down into a bit of a drainage ditch on the edge, and she opens her driver's door and looks back at what she's done, and sees that ass-end mud tire down about 1/3 of the way submerged, broken through the icey top of the scrum, and suddenly her throat gets dry, and she can feel her ass pucker in the seat and her hands get clammy, as she knows immediately that she's probably HUNG UP despite having the mud chains installed. And so, like a petulant little girl, she takes her chunky, platform, treaded, high-heeled slip-on, warm, cozy, expansive, loosely fitting Steve Madden GATSBY loafer and tramps the gas pedal, and the Catalina goes nowhere, but she hears what sounds like gravel being slung onto the wheel well, inside the skirted rear wheel."
"Still thinking about how quickly I'd sploog off a cumshot if I were out at some county fair or outdoor event where it had been raining all day, and the ground was all spongy and muddy, and this most HOT of HOT babes came sauntering along in her platform, deep-treaded chunky Madden loafers, which were covered in mud JUST up to the tops to within a 1/4 inch of topping the sides, and as she walked I could hear these great loafers encountering suction in the deep mud, such that when she lifted them out of the quag, there was a distinct popping sound and each time she took a step, there would be a mud fountain shot up when she plunged her heavy loafer down into the mess."
"“Ohmygoodness, Mr Cole… I never expected this from you. Look at that huge wet spot in your pants… you must be so incredibly embarrassed. Even the youngest freshman boys can wait till they pull down their pants and stick it in. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? teehee. Well let’s see…. No no no, calm down; I won’t tell anyone. But… uhhhh… it’ll cost you. Let’s say straight A’s on every test and quiz, this year… shall we? teeheeâ€"
"“Harry, I can’t believe it! I mean I finally give in and invite you home for the weekend, my parents are out and we’re finally alone… All I do is take off my bra and you cum in your underpants?!! How could you?!â€"
"“Ohmygod, baby!!! I said I’d meet you after my detention… not for you to come and pick me up! Uuugghh… mmmm… I don’t know what to say, baby… I’m sorry. Truth is… whenever Mr Lang gives me detention, we… uhhhh… Oh honey please don’t be upset… I’m still your girlfriend! It’s just that… I mean Mr Lang is suuuch a man… and… oh, honey… “"
"I just shot off a fresh load on this pic. This sassy babe with the Madden Georgia's on just has me bulging. I'd be catatonic around her if I saw her live."