My current hobby is going to the beauty salon once a month. Usual beauty salon. The usual wife. Today, you and your husband are doing business together. I guess that's what a married woman has to offer, but she looks really happy (lol), but that's what I know. My wife's "cycle". I write everything down in my notebook. Based on calculations from last month, today is the day I ovulated. Yes, it's a rental, right? That trembling feeling of elation when you mark your calendar and make a reservation just for this day is irresistible. That heavy-looking fruit that sways every time you move the scissors... estimated to be an I cup. Ah, I want to start massaging it as soon as possible. When my husband isn't looking, I whisper in his ear, ``Ma'am, today is the most fertile day, isn't it?'' (lol) I want to make sure that he doesn't smile like that by pouring all of my passion into him before his seed does. With such an erotic body, you must be horny on the day of ovulation anyway, right? I'll rape you.
