The Story of a Seductive Woman Washing Her Hair

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After finishing work in the morning, I saw I still had some time, so I opened my bookmarks and browsed adult websites. I downloaded a few classic short films, watched them until I was very aroused, and my head felt heavy... It was lunchtime, so I ordered some takeout to fill my stomach. The heavy feeling in my head wouldn't go away, so I thought I'd go get a hair wash and rest.

Ignoring the scorching sun, I grabbed an umbrella and went out. There were three hair salons nearby. One I usually went to was a bit of a walk away, and the sun was too strong and it was too hot, so I went into the closest one. There was only one young man watching TV inside. When he saw me, he greeted me warmly and said, "Getting a hair wash?" I nodded and sat down in the seat he offered me. Like other hair salons, the process was straightforward (I won't go into the part about washing my hair). After rinsing, he flipped the chair over, and I was in a semi-reclined position. He started massaging me, first cleaning my ears, which made me feel itchy but also very comfortable. Gradually, I started to feel sleepy... I began to feel dreamy, and the adult videos I watched that morning kept replaying in my mind. His hands started massaging from my face to the top of my head, the back of my head, my neck, and my earlobes. His hands stopped on my earlobes and began to slowly touch and rotate them, constantly changing his massage techniques. I felt my breathing become heavier, and subconsciously, I wanted to escape his caresses of my ears, yet I also seemed to be looking forward to it... He probably sensed the change in my breathing, so he moved his hands away from my ears and placed them on my shoulders. I breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he moved from my shoulder to my neck and then to my earlobe, repeating the same gesture. At first, I didn't feel anything, but as his touch became more forceful, and he got very close to me, breathing on my face, his arms intentionally or unintentionally brushing against my shoulders, my breathing became erratic again. Perhaps seeing that I wasn't too opposed, he became even more vigorous, blowing on my face, ears, and neck, his hands teasing my sensitive areas—my earlobes. I started to moan, and when he heard my moans, knowing I wouldn't object, he became bolder, placing his hands on my shoulders and slowly pressing down, gradually moving closer to my chest.

That day I was wearing a low-cut dress with a bit of Lycra in it; it felt really nice and was very elastic. His hand slowly moved down, gradually approaching my breasts. I was a little excited. He gently stroked my breasts outside my dress. Suddenly, he stood up and left my side. I found it strange. It turned out he went to close the windows and door, drew the curtains, and locked the door. When he came back, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. His hand went down on my shoulder again and quickly approached my breasts. He pinched them through my dress, and then his hand slipped inside my low-cut neckline. His hands were big and a little rough. He started by gently stroking them. Under his caresses, I felt a little restless and excited, and my breathing became rapid. He pinched my nipple and started squeezing and kneading it, and I couldn't help but moan...

I was already intoxicated, and I think my face must have been very red at that moment. He took my nipple into his mouth, and I cried out. I opened my eyes halfway and looked at him groggily. He said two words: "Take it off," and then he took off my skirt, unhooked my bra, and my breasts were exposed in front of him. He grabbed my breasts with both hands and squeezed them together, then took both of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. I panted and gasped. After he had sucked, licked, and touched my breasts enough, his hands moved down, and my vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. He pushed off my shorts and took off his clothes as well. He put my feet on the table, and my vagina... Completely exposed to his gaze, he parted my labia with his hands, teasing my clitoris. I was going crazy. I started wriggling my hips, and I got even wetter. He inserted his fingers into my vagina, and his tongue licked my clitoris. I felt like I was ascending to heaven…

I touched his penis; it was so big and hard, bigger and thicker than my husband's. His glans was also wet. I gently stroked his penis and testicles. He put two fingers inside. My vagina was very tight, and it felt a little swollen. His fingertips sprayed onto my glans… He kept touching my erogenous zones, I was about to climax, and I was leaking more and more juices…

Finally, his penis pressed against my vagina, and with a thrust, I couldn't help but scream. It was so tight, so full, I felt completely filled. He started thrusting, and I cried out, “Ah—ah—good—um—ouch—good—no—oh—uh—ah…ah…ah…ah…I want…I want it—good—please be gentle—ah ah—you're killing me—ah—I'm going to die—uh—I can't take it anymore—…” "No—

I'm going to come—ah—uh! ...cough cough...cough cough...ah—

ahh

... My face immediately turned red...

It's been a few days since then, and I'm writing this to share with everyone today while I'm resting at home. As I write and reminisce, my lower body gets wet again, and not only wet, but it's also leaking...

[The End]

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