[Hair Stylist] (01-04) Author: edchk

Author: edchk
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of a Respectable Hairdresser – Prologue

The term "picking up respectable women" refers to targeting virtuous women for sexual favors.

Those who do this dislike engaging in sex work, finding it both expensive and dirty; most also have their own
families and don't want to be entangled with women, making seducing respectable young women into having affairs the best option.

Married women have to consider their families, even more than these men; plus,
respectable haven't had casual sex before, so they're not afraid of STDs and can use condoms without worry. Therefore, they
are more interested in the more innocent and reserved the woman. This story is about how I seduced a naive young woman and transformed her
into a wanton wife.

Let me introduce myself.

I live in Vancouver and own a hair salon. Although it's a small business, I'm financially secure. I'm almost
forty, married with children, but as the owner, my schedule is relatively flexible. My job also
exposes me to many women daily, giving me an advantage in seducing women.

I also have a group of childhood friends, all of whom are big perverts.

Compared to my friends, I'm considered less well-off, because they're all either from wealthy families or
have made their fortunes through hard work.

When we go out, no matter how expensive the place, I've never spent any money myself. We often get together and
talk about , I introduce them to others.

These refined and reserved women are reluctant to go to hotels openly, even if it's not their first time. They're afraid of
running into acquaintances at hotels. To make things easier, one of my friends bought an apartment in a high-end neighborhood in the city center.
We all moved our old furniture there, bought some household items, and split the expenses. Each of us
had a key picking up" a woman, we'd go to this den of wolves.

The den of wolves has three rooms.

The smallest room has an automatic mahjong machine, because my friends don't spend as much time with
women ; playing mahjong with them is the easiest way to create long periods of interaction.

The master bedroom is a comfortable suite with a four-person double bed. The other room has
a double bed, an massage bed, and an eight-claw chair.

These two rooms were brothels, their walls and ceilings covered with hidden cameras. We weren't involved in any
low-class activities like coercion; we were just documenting the process of conquering respectable women as a memento.

During my work, I interacted with many beautiful women every day. Since haircuts often took several hours, we
naturally started chatting. As we got to know each other better, the conversations gradually deepened, and I naturally became
the male confidant of many of these lonely, unmarried women, knowing even their most private secrets.

Most of these women were simply looking for someone to listen to, understanding that if they only
chatted , nothing would go wrong. However, I occasionally encountered some flirtatious women who clearly wanted a safe hookup
; we all understood, and that was that.

Although I had no shortage of sexual partners, the one who interested me most was a 26-year-old woman.

As I mentioned before, men who want to pick up good women don't like women who are sexually promiscuous.
While , it lacks the mystery, the challenge of getting them into bed,
the excitement of gradually winning them over, and the satisfaction of finally conquering them.

I remember the first time that young woman stepped into my salon. It had just rained in Vancouver, as usual, and her
hair was completely soaked (haha, it's an occupational hazard, I judge people by their hair first). Water droplets streamed
down her long, shoulder-length black hair, and her coat was naturally also soaked. I greeted her, helped her take off her coat, and
gave her a towel.

"Thanks."

In a foreigner's place, she started in English, then added a Chinese phrase, allowing the other person to
choose between English or Chinese, proving she was a well-mannered woman.

"Welcome, do you have a hairdresser you know?"

I asked casually as I hung up her coat. Actually, my shop is small, and I could tell at a glance that this was her first time there.

"Ah, I just arrived in Vancouver recently, and I don't know any. Can you recommend one?"

she said softly.

"I'm the owner here. I happen to be unavailable this afternoon, so I'll do your hair
myself !"

I said, gesturing for her to sit down.

"Oh, it must be my lucky day. You're the owner, so you must be
the best ."

She smiled sweetly at me, then sat down and handed me back the towel.

I reached out to take the towel, and accidentally touched her delicate hand. I felt her flinch slightly, and I thought to myself that this young woman was
truly reserved and elegant, so I paid even more attention to her.

After sitting down, she even solemnly adjusted her clothes, as if afraid of accidentally revealing too much.

That day she wore a purple dress, the neckline not particularly low, but from my angle I could still
clearly see her full breasts, held firm by her purplish-blue bra. I figured she was at least a 34C
.

I habitually pulled up her shoulder-length hair to examine its texture, finding the skin peeking out from beneath her dark hair
exceptionally white and beautiful.

I stole a glance at her entire body in the mirror, noting her well-proportioned figure and long legs . The thought of pinning her down and
having her wrap her legs around her waist, her lower body rising to meet my gaze, was incredibly pleasurable. Just thinking about it made my penis hard. Luckily, the chair
prevented her from seeing, so I pressed my penis against the chair back, imagining it as her spine, and fantasized.

At that moment, I decided that no matter the time or effort, I would get this elegant young woman into bed,
as my greatest achievement as a conman. The first part of

"Seducing the Hairdresser 2 – Foreshadowing

" discussed my first encounter with that young woman at my hair salon. Now, I'll
share the process of seducing her.

For the sake of convenience, let's call her Linlin.

It's important to understand that Linlin isn't some respectable married woman just out for fun. She goes through a period of psychological struggle before she cheats on me.
You absolutely can't rush things; if you scare her away, it's game over. So, guiding her into an affair took me almost a year! Of course, I slept with other respectable women
during that time , but Linlin was my designated target, so I inevitably had to put in more
effort.

This part records my journey of seducing Linlin over the past year. Although we didn't sleep together, watching me gradually...
I gradually infiltrated her life, becoming her confidant, guiding her from a conservative housewife to someone curious about
the adult games others were playing, then from curiosity to longing, and finally, I freed her from her inner turmoil, leading her to take
that difficult first step! Even today, writing from memory, the feeling is still unforgettable.

The first thing I did upon meeting Linlin that day was to create more opportunities to meet. We both understand that more meetings naturally lead to
familiarity, and familiarity breeds more opportunities.

That day, I carefully examined a section of her hair, telling her about the poor water quality in Canada and the need for special hair care.
I persuaded her to get a hair treatment every week in addition to regular hair styling.

Everything went according to plan. As Linlin and I met more often, we became more familiar, and our conversations became less reserved. I
also skillfully inquired about her family situation.

She came from a typical "astronaut family"—her husband had just returned to Hong Kong for work after immigrating and settling down, leaving her alone
.

From the beginning, I told her I had a wife and children. Linlin felt that since everyone had a family, she naturally wouldn't suspect I
had any designs on her. Plus, I never made excuses to ask her out, which made her feel more comfortable associating with me as a male friend. She
thought had found a confidant in this unfamiliar city.

That's how our friendship gradually grew, and Linlin's wariness of me disappeared.

Of course, Linlin inevitably got bored living alone. Having no friends here, she inevitably felt empty and lonely over time.
Going to the hair salon for treatments became a small part of her life. Sometimes we would chat endlessly, and even after the hair treatment, she would
stay chat with me for a while longer.

I also taught her to add me to my WeChat group, ostensibly to make it easier to schedule hair appointments, but actually to open up
channels for other people to pursue her.

I told my group of cronies her name, and they added her, sending a few verification messages.
Surprisingly she replied. They must have been bored and curious, just trying it out to kill time.

They started with casual conversation, then drifted to that kind of thing, making explicit and flirtatious remarks.
But usually, Linlin would feel disgusted and hang up.

Since Linlin and I had become close friends, our conversations became more open.

When Linlin came to the hair salon, she told me about being sexually harassed on WeChat, wondering why men assumed
she was cheating as soon as her husband wasn't around.

I took the opportunity to tell her that many of my clients were "astronauts" (men who live far from home), and quite a few of them had affairs, to see her
reaction.

Linlin said that a woman shouldn't be so promiscuous after marriage, and I replied that today men and women are equal, and women have
needs too.

Linlin became gossipy and asked for more details, so I deliberately told

her the "bold descriptions" I'd heard, until I saw her blush and feel uncomfortable, then I stopped. Finally, I added that it wasn't wrong for Linlin

to chat with random men on WeChat and make some risqué jokes to amuse herself , as long as they didn't meet in person. Linlin didn't comment, but I learned from a friend that after that day, Linlin had started discussing suggestive topics with them on WeChat. I encouraged Linlin to do this, ostensibly to solve her loneliness, but deep down it made her crave more. It was like a hungry person smelling the aroma of meat but unable to eat it—the consequences were predictable. After this incident, the conversations between Linlin and me became much more open. When she came over, I would jokingly ask her what men she had found through WeChat's "message in a bottle" feature, whether she had slept with her senior, and whether she had a good time. She would just laugh and scold me for being vulgar, saying that my wife was the one who used "message in a bottle" to find her senior . Seeing that she wasn't offended and even joked about it, I felt that things were about to progress, and it was just a matter of . So I deliberately acted like we were both married adults, and that I had no interest in her, so there was no need to shy, and we started talking more about men and women. I was actually quite curious about Linlin's sexual needs when her husband wasn't around, and how she satisfied them, so I deliberately brought up my bedroom life with my wife. "I want to ask you a question, and I'd like to hear your opinion as a woman," I whispered in Linlin's ear one day while I was cutting her hair. "No problem, we're good friends, I know I'll definitely help you," Linlin readily agreed. "It's like this, my wife and I do it two or three times a week, and she always gets pleasure at least twice, but last night when I was sleeping in bed, my wife thought I was asleep and started masturbating next to me. Is it because I still can't satisfy her?" "That's not necessarily true. Maybe she's on her period and really wants you, but you're asleep. Don't worry about it," Linlin said, surprised that I was asking this, and quite embarrassed. "Do all women do this during their periods? Do you too?" I pretended to be clueless. "Uh," Linlin said softly. "But isn't it tough when your husband isn't around and you're not thinking about it?" I asked gently again. "I just do it myself when I want to. Uh... so embarrassing. I won't say anymore." Linlin realized she had let something slip, and her face turned bright red to her ears. "There's nothing wrong with that. Sex is a basic human need, and there's nothing shameful about it," I said understandingly. At the same time, worried she might feel pressured, I deliberately changed the subject. In the mirror, I saw Linlin bow her head and give a grateful smile. From this, I had gotten to the point. Linlin had made it very clear she was craving it, and when she couldn't hold back, she would relieve herself. If I could just find an opportunity to ignite her desire and then break down her defenses, I could definitely conquer her alluring body. We started talking like this, and sex was no longer a taboo topic. I began to inquire about everything . Unexpectedly, Linlin was incredibly innocent. Every time I told her about my own sexual experiences as bait, she would tell me some private things in return. Before long, I knew everything about her sexual experiences; I knew her husband was her second boyfriend, but her only man. Her husband didn't seem to have much of a romantic streak; he didn't do much foreplay, and his kisses were rough and often hurt her without her even realizing it. Linlin and her husband are often separated these days. When she's alone at night and thinking about love, she'll put a pillow between her legs and masturbate, just like . To arouse her desire, I suggested she try having online sex with men she met on WeChat to relieve her boredom. Although I didn't explicitly say she could masturbate while having sex, I figured it would be a natural progression if she got into the mood.

Linlin heard this and said she wouldn't dare, then hit me again, saying I was bad. But my friends heard that she had started hanging out with
them .

The third part of my "picking up a good hairstylist" strategy

involved spending so much time with Linlin, mainly by immersing myself in her life, becoming a trusted
friend. Once we were friends, everything I said carried weight, and I began to subtly change her values,
even influencing or manipulating her behavior.

Having known Linlin for almost a year, we had progressed to the point where we could talk about
any Physical contact like hugging and kissing had gradually become commonplace.
I even tried massaging her neck and shoulders while I was cutting her hair, and she readily accepted.

All of this was because in Linlin's eyes, I was just a harmless male confidant. Sometimes I even felt that she didn't treat me like a man
at all .

Conversely, my online buddy had been interacting with Linlin for a long time, but could only communicate with her online; he
had never been able to meet her or even hear her voice.

This shows that although Linlin was persuaded by me to date other men online, she was still deeply
bound by traditional Chinese moral standards and kept a tight rein on herself in real life, refusing to cross any lines.

"Hmph, men are all the same, they only think about taking advantage of others, I won't go out."

I tried to encourage Linlin to meet online friends to relieve her boredom, but she always angrily refused.

"Actually, you should be prepared to be taken advantage of when you make male friends, besides, in modern society,
sexual relations are not a big deal."

I said.

"I have a husband, so I just play around and then it's over."

Linlin said.

"He won't know that many of my married clients are astronauts. At first, they were
unhappy, like they were living a life of widowhood, but later they came to terms with it and went out to find fun. I see them become radiant, and I'm happy for them."

I found an opportunity to continue planting the seeds of infidelity in Linlin's mind.

"I wouldn't dare."

In the past, when I talked to Linlin about married women having affairs, she always found it hard to believe. But this time, I felt she
no longer felt averse to the concept; in fact, she seemed to be exploring whether she could do it herself. She said she wouldn't, not that she didn't
want to. It seemed my "ideological education" had some effect.

"Maybe you'll eventually have the opportunity to do it, and then you'll realize that this is what you truly desire,"

I added, then casually changed the subject.

"I'm afraid. I know I can't do it,"

Linlin said, but I could clearly feel her resolve wavering again.

Reason aside, her physical and psychological needs grew stronger the longer Linlin stayed in Canada.

Linlin didn't have children, her daily life had no purpose, and with few acquaintances and a
narrow social circle, she naturally felt extremely lonely.

Linlin wasn't short of money, but she was so incredibly bored that she decided to look for a job.

New immigrants often find themselves overqualified for low-paying jobs, and Linlin couldn't find a good one. Instead,
she was persuaded by another woman to do multi-level marketing for beauty products.

Normally, selling beauty products only involves dealing with women, but her company also sells men's skincare products and massage lotions, which
caused a problem.

I remember Linlin excitedly running over to tell me about it, even applying
lotion to my hands with her delicate hands. Of course, I wisely became her first customer.

I even deliberately ordered massage lotion and asked her to demonstrate it for me.

"But I don't know how to massage,"

Linlin said, staring at me with her big eyes.

"How can you buy something and not even know how to use it? To be a successful salesperson, you must understand your product
and be able to teach customers how to use it so they have confidence,"

I said seriously.

"My neck and shoulders hurt, and you can massage them and they'll feel better. Teach me!"

Linlin looked at me innocently.

"I've studied massage, but it's not convenient,"

I replied, feigning reluctance.

"You've studied it? Then you should teach me! What's inconvenient about it? We're best friends!"

Linlin was completely hooked when she heard I was a professional masseuse.

"Okay then."

I pretended to hesitate, but actually, the thought of giving her a massage had already made my little brother hard.

"Don't be so hesitant. I'm a woman, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? I won't interfere with your work, see you after work?"

Linlin said firmly.

And so, after work, Linlin and I went to dinner, and then I took her to the Wolf's Den.

"Isn't this the hair salon? What is this place?"

Linlin was a little confused when I took her to an unfamiliar house.

"This is a place I rent out to guests for events. Some girls have their bridesmaids throw parties when they get married, and we come
here to do their hair styling; we also give them massages."

I said casually, leading her into the house.

I led Linlin to the massage room, and she looked around and naturally saw the eight-claw chair. "What's that?"

Linlin asked again, her big eyes wide open, looking incredibly cute.

"That's for massage too,"

I replied casually, forgetting to put the sex toy away—what a failure. "It looks so strange, I really want to try
it ."

Hearing Linlin say this, I almost choked on my food.

"Okay, please take off your clothes and lie face down on the massage bed,"

I said.

"Why do I have to take off my clothes?"

Linlin became nervous.

"How can I massage you while wearing clothes? How can I apply massage lotion? What's the difference between wearing underwear and a swimsuit?"

I commanded her confidently; this was the moment to test our willpower.

"But... the underwear I'm wearing today is very revealing,"

Linlin said, her head down, but I could see her hands were already starting to undress.

Linlin shyly climbed onto the massage bed and lay face down, burying her face in the small hole at the headboard.

Everyone knew that she couldn't see me at all while lying like that, so she didn't know that I had a
victorious smile on my lips.

Seeing Linlin's back rising and falling, her breathing clearly audible, I knew she must be very nervous.
To calm her down, I first covered her with a towel. She felt that her exposed body was now covered, and she immediately
relaxed a lot.

I told Linlin I needed to adjust her sleeping position, and she relaxed and let me do as I pleased.

I first slightly parted her legs, then pulled the towel up to her waist until I could clearly see her...
I stopped at her pink lace-trimmed thong.

Then I lifted her buttocks a little more, and the center of the semi-transparent thong became clearly visible.

I secretly squatted down to get a closer look at Linlin's alluring triangle. I saw that the front was bulging and dark,
with a few strands of pubic hair peeking through the fabric. The outline of her labia was imprinted on a small piece of fabric in the cleft, protruding,
so tempting.

My head was racing, and I was swallowing hard, my penis already throbbing restlessly.

Luckily, Linlin couldn't see me, otherwise, all my carefully constructed image would be ruined.

"Okay, relax and enjoy it."

I suppressed my impulse, composed myself, warmed the massage lotion in my palms, and began to massage Linlin.

I started with Linlin's shoulders, because I had massaged her at the hair salon before, and she let me press down without any worries.
Once she was completely relaxed, my hands moved to the other parts of her body.

I first carefully spread the massage lotion all over Linlin's body with my hands. During this process, I casually pulled off the towel, and she
didn't protest. That's how people are; their boundaries unconsciously lower.

Once Linlin's body was shiny and smooth, I began to give her an oil massage. While working on her upper body, I deliberately
ran my hands . This subtle teasing left her unsure of what to do.

After all, this was the first time Linlin had been touched and caressed near her breasts by a man other than her husband, making her feel
both ashamed and afraid. Her whole body was tense, and she dared not move, afraid of accidentally touching her nipples with my fingers! "Hey,
don't be afraid, relax. How can I massage like this?"

I said to Linlin.

"It's my first time being massaged by a male masseur, I'm a little nervous, I'm sorry,"

Linlin said, forcing herself to relax and letting me touch her entire body from behind.

"I'm very professional, I won't do anything inappropriate, don't worry,"

I said softly, massaging her calves for a while before pushing upwards from her inner thighs.

"Oh."

Linlin cried out as I pressed her sensitive spot between her legs.

"Bear with it, there are a lot of lymph nodes in this area, you have to press harder for a while."

I said matter-of-factly, cupping her beautiful legs with both hands and pushing them upwards, occasionally accidentally touching her pubic
area. "Oh. Ah."

Linlin's erogenous zones were constantly being attacked by me, and by this time she was groaning, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain. I squatted down
and peeked between her legs again; the small piece of cloth in the middle was already wet and transparent, and the outline of her vulva was exquisite and clearly visible.

I touched more and more parts of Linlin's body, but each time I would explain why I was pressing that
area before I did so, letting her know that I respected her and believed that I had no intention of taking advantage of her. Later, she
was so hot and wet that I made her grit her teeth, and a desire that made her dazed made her let me do as I pleased.

"Let me unhook it for you, otherwise the massage lotion will get your bra dirty. Won't you be exposed lying like this?"

Seeing that everything was going smoothly, I moved on to the next step, unhooking Linlin's bra.

As soon as Linlin's bra was off, I reached behind her and applied the massage lotion to the side of her breasts, moving
my hand forward a little more with each stroke, easily reaching the front.

My large hand gently glided over Linlin's nipples, and I immediately felt her body tremble.

"Don't get the wrong idea, there's nothing erotic about this. The purpose is just to ensure that the essence of the massage lotion
is fully absorbed by the skin through massage, and it will be over soon."

Linlin wanted to protest, but after hearing my explanation, she hesitated. Seeing that I was focused on massaging her with my palms,
my movements were rhythmic and I wasn't taking the opportunity to play with her nipples, she could only silently endure the tingling and itchy pleasure,
not daring to utter a sound.

I naturally understood the principle of stopping while I was ahead. After rubbing her breasts for a while, I moved my hands to her slender waist,
and then naturally moved on to the next target.

"Now that we're down, I'll pull it down a bit to apply massage lotion, just a little lower, you won't be able to see it."

I used the same old routine, speaking with certainty and confidence, stating everything upfront, and then naturally got to
work, using my hands to pull down Linlin's already quite exposed underwear, revealing her bare buttocks, even
her private parts were clearly visible, but Linlin, lying face down, obviously didn't know I was seeing everything.

I applied massage lotion to Linlin's buttocks, then massaged her like kneading dough, of course not missing the opportunity to
intentionally or unintentionally touch her cleft and anus with my fingers, and even "accidentally"

touching her vulva.

While massaging Linlin, I paid attention to her reactions; when an "accident" occurred

, her whole body would tense up, her hands gripping the corner of the bed, and she would let out a muffled groan.

"Linlin, how do you feel?"

I asked knowingly.

"I... feel so uncomfortable,"

Linlin said softly in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Shall I give you a genital massage? It will feel very comfortable,"

I said.

"Okay..."

It seems Linlin's libido was truly aroused by my teasing, and she agreed without hesitation.

So, to remove Linlin's underwear, I turned her over so she lay on her back on the massage bed, dipped my fingers in
massage lotion, and spread her legs, applying it to her already aroused and burning vulva.

I first applied it to the outside, then slid my fingers into her warm vagina. I turned my
hand spreading the massage lotion all over her vagina.

"Oh!"

Linlin arched her lower body, clamping my hand between her legs, and moaned.

My fingers were trapped in Linlin's tight vagina, unable to move, only able to
gently . This subtle movement pressed against Linlin's G-spot, and she immediately felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body convulsing,
her hands pressing against my hand inserted in her vagina as she screamed.

"Whoa! What are you doing? Oh! Ah! Stop! I can't take it. Oh. Oh. Oh!"

Linlin had never experienced such overwhelming pleasure before, and immediately screamed.

I chuckled inwardly, thinking this young woman was truly inexperienced, unable to handle even such a small stimulation, so I stopped and
let her rest.

"Was that good? I wasn't lying to you,"

I said.

"Oh my god! You've really worn me out! How did you do that? My legs are still shaking."

Linlin lay naked, panting, her heart pounding wildly.

"How long has it been since you last had sex?"

I asked casually.

"About a year,"

Linlin nestled against me, speaking softly. After this, we really could do anything.
"I told you. In the first part of

'The Hairdresser's Guide 4 – Contradictions,'

I mentioned Linlin working alone in Vancouver like an astronaut, all alone. Although she had a husband, she
hadn't had sex for almost a year, craving comfort both psychologically and physically. Finally, through my scheme, she aroused
my desire and I even finger-raped her.

" "Do you do this often?"

Linlin asked, nestled in my arms after the passion subsided.

"It's called a genital spa, a type of massage service, but I usually don't offer this service to clients
unless I meet someone I like,"

I said.

"You like me?"

Linlin asked, not daring to look at me, her head bowed.

"I know I'm wrong, but feelings are uncontrollable. I only want to make you happy."

Women are emotional creatures, and a decent woman wouldn't have sex for sex's sake. Knowing Linlin was neglected by her husband, I deliberately
said this to make her feel my care.

"Aren't you afraid of your wife?"

Linlin asked sweetly, not daring to look at me, her head bowed.

"Actually, my wife and I broke up a long time ago,"

I lied casually.

"Why?"

Linlin became serious, turning to look at me and asking.

"It's not her fault. I was too focused on my career and neglected her. As a result, she slept with someone else. We're still together
now only for the sake of the children,"

I said.

What woman wouldn't like a man who is career-minded and family-oriented, enduring the humiliation of a wife who cheated on her for the sake of the children
? "I'm sorry for bringing up your painful past,"

the naive Linlin felt sorry for me and gently hugged me. Naturally,

I immediately reached out and pulled Linlin into my arms, resting my head on her shoulder, slowly kissing her neck
again and she was weak in the knees, then pressing my lips to hers.

"Mmm."

Linlin was completely overwhelmed by the kisses and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Taking advantage of her slightly parted lips, I immediately slipped my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around her tongue, kissing her while
placing one hand on her chest, gently kneading her breasts.

"Ah."

Linlin felt that my movements were different from the previous massages. This time, I not only
stroked her breasts in circles with my hands, but also occasionally pinched and gently squeezed her nipples, which were hardened by arousal, sending a
jolt of pleasure through her body.

"No. We'll do something wrong if you keep doing this. Stop."

Linlin objected. "I won't go too far. Let me love you properly this once."

I tried to calm Linlin down with my words while lowering my head to suckle her nipple.

"Oh. You're so naughty."

I first sucked on Linlin's nipple, then licked it in circles with my tongue, while simultaneously reaching for her other
breast with my other hand to repeat the same technique.

She initially tried to push my head away, but in a moment she pulled my hair and pressed me against her chest.

The massage bed was narrow, so as soon as the opportunity arose, I carried Linlin to the double bed.

She lay there shyly, not daring to open her eyes, so I took the opportunity to continue kissing her breasts while unbuttoning
my own clothes.

I kept hugging her, touching her, kissing her, licking her. Her breathing grew heavier, and her body began to writhe
restlessly .

At this point, I decided to take further action. I used my hands to spread Linlin's legs, and pressed the head of my
penis against her wet vulva, intending to insert it.

"No. You can't!"

Linlin felt me slip in a little and immediately pushed me away, jumping up in alarm
. It seemed she was still very resistant to the idea of cheating on her husband.

"I'm sorry. You're too attractive; I couldn't resist."

A woman's heart is unpredictable. I wasn't sure if she was just playing hard to get, but to make her feel that I respected her
wishes, I stopped immediately when this approach failed. Even if I forced myself in, there would be a next time.

"I'm sorry! I'm really scared. Give me some time,"

Linlin said.

Ha, the one who got the advantage apologized to the one who took advantage. It seemed that with a little more time, Linlin's
last line of defense would be breached. For now, I could only take her home and watch the video later to masturbate myself.

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