My father-in-law is a potter, and he seems to have been in a slump lately, struggling to create a piece that he is satisfied with. One day, he asked me to help him with his creation, and he started to play with my breasts, treating them as clay for pottery. He caressed my skin, barely touching it, and sometimes he roughly squeezed my breasts, digging into them with his fingertips. I writhed under his fingertips, and at that moment, my vagina was soaked and an incredible amount of love juice started to overflow, and he thrust into me with force, and my mind went blank...