Quicksand Storm (Part 1)

An exotic dancer is crossing the desert with her troop when a sandstorm strikes.  Blinded by the blowing sand, she is separated from the group.  As she stumbles through the storm, her legs suddenly sink into the sand.  Realizing she has just stumbled into quicksand, she alternates between trying to free herself and bracing herself against the harsh wind.  Her efforts are in vain, however, as she soon sinks up to her breasts.  To make matters worse, the sand being blown by the storm is beginning to build up against her body.  She must free herself soon because it seems that if the quicksand doesn't drag her down below, the sandstorm will bury her from above.

Part 2: fav.me/d7k1af8

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Alternate Title:  Quick Sandstorm
Alternate Alternate Title:  What Happens When the God/Goddess of Sand Really Hates You

I'm back with another quicksand piece.  I'm mostly satisfied with it.  Her expression was supposed to be one of annoyance at her situation/determination to get free, but I tried to make her eyes a bit more closed due to the blowing sand and it kind of makes her look just bored instead.  Also, I realize that she should probably be shielding her head with her arm, but I thought about that too late in the process.