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, his father-in-law asked me to help him create, 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, my head turns white as it is inserted vigorously.
