Emma Raducanu the tour

 

Emma Raducanu the tour

Emma Raducanu is a very talented tennis player. She happened to run into Mr. G. at an event. Both were ecstatic to see the other. They began talking. Emma told Mr. G. that she was a huge fan of the show. She had watched it from day one and loved it. She said that she had always wanted to be on the show. Unfortunately, her management would never allow her to appear on it. She expressed some disappointment over this. The two did stay in touch afterwards.

Mr. G. eventually came up with the idea of offering Emma a private tour of the set. She was very enthusiastic about the idea. She stated that she would love it. She then dropped into a message that she wanted him to make sure that the gunge tank was filled for her visit. ;) He told her that this would be a certainty.

She arrived at the studio in a red and blue tennis outfit, looking fantastic. She seemed genuinely excited to be there. Mr. G. welcomed her. She gave him a big hug and an even bigger smile. He showed her around the studio and the set. As he did so, the tension began to raise. The anticipation was building to a fever pitch. Then Emma blurted out, “This is all fantastic, but where is that tank?,” she giggled. “Oh, let me show you,” he smiled.

He took her down on stage to where a tank was set up. “This is awesome,” she said,” I have watched so many others get messy on this very stage and now, here I am. I definitely know that I have made it now. I have wanted to come on this stage for so many years now. I have wanted you to mess me for so long. To mess me good,” she said in her sexiest voice.

He opened the tank door and she climbed inside. She crossed her legs and placed one hand between them. She licked her lips and looked upwards longingly. She then looked at him and winked. “Come on and gunge me, baby. Gunge me good. All over,” she said. He smiled as he slowly pulled the lever down on the side of the tank.

She looked up and closed her eyes. A shiver ran through her entire body in that moment of anticipation. At that moment, gooey, sloppy yellow gunge began to pour down over her. It poured down her dark hair and her face. She moaned and cooed as the gunge dumped all over her. It poured down her shoulders and chest. It dumped all over her skirt and ran down her legs. She ran her hands all over her body in ecstasy as she felt the cool touch of the gunge all over body. She wiggled her hips and tossed her head in the gunge. It covered her head and body.

She then wriggled her way out of the tank. She dripped a trail of yellow, slimy mess as she walked. She then, playfully, motioned to Mr. G., wiggling her finger at him. She then dived on him and began kissing him passionately as well as grabbing his penis with her gooey, gunge covered hand. They rolled on the ground, getting slime everywhere.