My father-in-law, who is a potter, seems to have fallen into a slump recently and was suffering because he couldn't create a satisfying work. One day, my father-in-law asked me to help with his creation, but he started to play with my breasts as if they were pottery clay. He stroked my skin with just a touch, and sometimes kneaded it roughly so that his fingertips dug in. I, writhing at my father-in-law's fingertips, soaked my pussy thoroughly and, at the moment an unbelievable amount of vaginal fluid overflowed, I was forcefully inserted and my head went blank...
