So, I decided to ditch work for the afternoon and head straight to one of my favorite local mudpits to edge for a few hours. This scene picks up right in the thick of it-- literally, I'm already a coated in so much mud it feels like a ton pressing down on me. The title's a bit of a play on words-- yeah, the mud's heavy as hell, but I'm also under pressure in another way: my GoPro's battery is flashing red and dangerously close to the single digits and I'm desperately trying to see if I can pull off one more orgasm before the camera dies. (I've already came a bunch this afternoon and I'm really not sure if I have another one in me!)

I'm deep in goonspace, moaning and panting as I scoop up more mud, smearing it on as thick as possible and building huge mounds over my face again and again. But the whole time that battery warning is in the back of my mind, stressing out whatever's left of my executive functioning. It's a race against time where I'm completely spent but still craving more-- will I manage to sneak in that final cum, or will I have to drag myself home with blue balls, frustrated and caked in muck? You'll just have to watch and find out!