NGÂM MÌNH TRONG BÙN, BỊ THIÊN NHIÊN ĐỤ

I let go under the grey sky. Naked, soaked, soaked again. Mud wraps around my body like arms, hips, a rough grip. The ground pulses under me. I rub, I moan, I spread myself open. Nature doesn't ask — it takes. And I give in, with no limits. No words, no control — just the primal need to be fucked by something bigger.