my father-in-law, a potter, seemed to be in a slump recently, and was suffering from not being able to make satisfactory works. one day, my father-in-law asked me to help him with his creations, and he started playing with my chest, likening it to pottery clay. stroke the skin just barely touching it, and sometimes rub it so violently that the fingertips dig into it. i writhe at my father-in-law’s fingertips, and the moment i wet my dick and the unbelievable love juice overflows, i’m inserted vigorously and my head turns white.
