My father-in-law, a composer, has recently been in a slump and hasn't been able to create new works, causing him much distress. One day, he asked me to help with his creation, but he started using his fingertips to play on my body as if I were a keyboard. His fingers barely touched me, tickling all over, making my soaked crotch release clear fluid that stretched into thin threads. In the moment when an unbelievable amount of love juice gushed out, he thrust into me with force, leaving my mind completely blank…
