My recent joy is a beauty salon once a month. The usual beauty salon. The usual wife. Today, too, she's running the business with her husband, huh? That ease of a married woman, really seems happy, best of all (laugh). But you know, I know her 'cycle'. Because I've written down everything in my notebook. Based on calculations from last month, today is the exact ovulation day. Hello, Anbi? The thrilling sensation of marking it on the calendar and making reservations just for this day, it's unbearable. That heavy-looking fruit swaying with every snip... estimated I-cup. Ah, I want to knead it soon. While the husband isn't looking, whisper in her ear, 'Honey, today is the most fertile day, right?' and do stuff like that (laughs). Before his seed, I want to pour in my hot load and make sure she can't smile so happily anymore. With such a horny body, she's probably all worked up because it's her ovulation day? I'll rape you.
