My father-in-law is a composer and seems to have been in a slump lately, worrying about not being able to create anything new. One day, he asked me to help him compose, and he began to play with my body with his fingertips, treating me as if I were a keyboard. His fingertips were just barely touching my body, and as I writhed in pain, a string of clear liquid formed from my soaked pussy. An incredible amount of love juice overflowed, and at that moment, he thrust himself in with force, and my mind went blank...