My stepfather's tongue traces the same spot over and over again. The heat seeps into my core, making my knees tremble slightly. '...I don't know this tongue...' As a voice laced with confusion escaped, my father-in-law laughed gleefully. The empty, dry days where my husband doesn't pay me any mind are ironically soothed by my father-in-law's saliva. The repeated slimy caresses gradually make my body and heart respond honestly. Fingers can't compare to the tongue, and the tongue can't compare to those sticky lips. Every time she is rubbed, sucked on, and deeply entwined, she exposes her core as a woman. Shame and excitement, disgust and ecstasy clash, and in an instant, only pleasure stands out. "Who do you think made your body feel like this?" The voice that fell into her ear made her spine reflexively tremble. This is the story of a wife whose love has been stripped of reason and left hungry. And...the record of a body being trained by her father-in-law's tongue, sweetly falling into decadence.
