My father-in-law, a potter, seems to have fallen into a slump recently, and was struggling to make a convincing work. One day, my father-in-law asked me to help with the creation, but I started playing 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.