Sink… sort of.

You quickly realize that it doesn't just feel like the water is groping and caressing you. It actually is! It's flowing around you almost as if it was alive, rubbing against your pussy and squeezing your ass.

You let out a soft moan, squirming a bit. While your feet were no longer on the ground and you were feeling such rapture that you couldn't swim nor tread water, you weren't sinking. Your head was still above the water, you could still breathe.

The woman that lured you in here gave a lustful sigh, watching you with her bewitching eyes as her dark hair seemed to pool on top of the water, no longer floating below its surface.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, cutie, the water is actually the home of a slime~."

You blink, realizing that maybe you should be more careful before stepping into random pools of water. Though before you could think much more, the slime redoubles its attack on your body.

Your chest is squeezed delightfully, tiny little tentacles of a sort running over your erect nipples. Your ass is also played with by the slime. Squishy yet firm, soft yet rough; the texture of the almost sticky slime was always changing as it felt you up.

Yet...your pussy was ignored. The creature seemed to be focusing everywhere but where you want it to go: your drooling, sensitive, oh-so pleasurable pussy. And your hands, also within the water and within the slime, were unable to do anything for the moment.

All the while, the woman watched. Both of her hands were beneath the water, almost certainly playing with herself if the look on her face - a predatory, lust-filled gaze - and soft moans were any indication.