My stepfather, who is a potter, has recently been in a slump and struggling to create satisfactory works. One day, he asked me for help with his creation, but he started manipulating my chest as if it were clay. He would lightly stroke my skin, sometimes digging in with his fingertips so roughly. As I writhed under his touch, my vagina became soaked, and an unbelievable amount of love juice flowed out. In that moment, he thrust into me forcefully, and my mind went blank…
