EBWH-356 Married Hairstylist (Estimated I-Cup) Books an Appointment Exactly on Her Ovulation Day Again This Month—I’m Going to Impregnate Her Before Her Husband Does. Fumika Kashiwagi

My latest guilty pleasure is my monthly trip to the hair salon. The same salon as always. The same lady. She’s working happily alongside her husband again today, I see. I guess that’s the relaxed confidence of a married woman; it’s great to see her so happy (lol). But you know, I know something. I know her "cycle." I’ve got it all written down in a notebook. Based on my calculations from last month, today is the exact day of her ovulation. It *is* ovulation day, isn't it? That thrilling, heart-pounding excitement I felt when I marked the calendar and booked this appointment specifically for today—it’s just irresistible. Those heavy-looking fruits of hers, swaying every time she moves her scissors... I’d guess she’s an I-cup. Ah, I can’t wait to get my hands on them and knead them hard. When her husband isn't looking, I might just whisper right into her ear: "Ma'am, isn't today the day you're most likely to get pregnant?" (lol) I want to fill her up with plenty of my hot load before her husband’s seed ever gets a chance, and wipe that smiling look right off her face. With a body that erotic, I bet she’s already all worked up and horny because of ovulation, right? I’m going to ravish her.