My father-in-law, a potter, seems to have fallen into a slump recently, and was struggling to make a convincing work. One day, his father-in-law asked me to help with the creation, but he began to play with my chest as if it were ceramic soil. Stroking the skin just to the touch, sometimes rubbing it so violently that the fingertips bite into it. I writhes at my father-in-law's fingertips, and at the moment when my dick gets wet and the incredible joy juice overflows, it is inserted vigorously and my head turns white.