My recent pleasure is visiting the hair salon once a month.
The same salon. The same wife.
You're working happily with your husband again today, aren't you?
I guess it's that composure only a married woman has; you look so happy, it's great (lol).
But you see, I know.
I know your "cycle."
Because I've written it all down in my notebook.
Based on my calculations from last month, today is exactly your ovulation day.
It's your fertile day, right?
The trembling excitement I felt when I marked the calendar and made a reservation just for this day... it's irresistible.
Those heavy fruits that bounce every time the scissors move...
Estimated I-cup.
Ah, I want to knead them so badly.
When your husband isn't looking, I might whisper in your ear, "Mrs. Hairdresser, today is the day you're most likely to get pregnant, isn't it?" (lol).
Before your husband's seed, I want to pour my hot cum deep inside you, so you can't keep smiling like that.
With a body that erotic, you must be horny because it's your ovulation day, right?
I'm going to fuck you.
