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Maya was tired of having problems related to the sticky things... As the quicksand or the molten chocolate... So she decided to go to the spring that is in a nearby forest. She dressed in a bikini (Which was a little tight) and she intended to the forest. On having come to the place where the spring was, she concentrated on the edge of the gigantic rock that was giving to the water... It was covered of moss, "I must have care of not slipping myself", she thought. Slowly and carefully, she approached the edge to see the condition of the spring. Unfortunately for her, where there was water, the zone of the previous spring now was covered by the mud, was looking like a marsh. Mayan, frustrated, thinks that she attracts the muddy problems, since always she ends wrapped in one. As if it was not sufficient, and in spite of the fact that she became aware this way same of the slippery surface, she slipped sharply for the rock and fell stop in the muddy marsh, her legs remained totally caught and fixed to the depth of the mire, enclosing them in their sticky embrace. Maya already knew this situation, how the mud seizes strongly her legs and wraps them in his sticky texture. "At least I am not sinking", Maya thought, the mire only had her imprisoned, but she was not sinking. Though, does not mean it's easy to escape...

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Maya was tired of having problems related to the sticky things... As the quicksand or the molten chocolate... So she decided to go to the spring that is in a nearby forest. She dressed in a bikini (Which was a little tight) and she intended to the forest. On having come to the place where the spring was, she concentrated on the edge of the gigantic rock that was giving to the water... It was covered of moss, "I must have care of not slipping myself", she thought. Slowly and carefully, she approached the edge to see the condition of the spring. Unfortunately for her, where there was water, the zone of the previous spring now was covered by the mud, was looking like a marsh. Mayan, frustrated, thinks that she attracts the muddy problems, since always she ends wrapped in one. As if it was not sufficient, and in spite of the fact that she became aware this way same of the slippery surface, she slipped sharply for the rock and fell stop in the muddy marsh, her legs remained totally caught and fixed to the depth of the mire, enclosing them in their sticky embrace. Maya already knew this situation, how the mud seizes strongly her legs and wraps them in his sticky texture. "At least I am not sinking", Maya thought, the mire only had her imprisoned, but she was not sinking. Though, does not mean it's easy to escape...