PRETTY GHOSTS
Seruni Whimper

Ozil looked flabbergasted upon hearing what the woman in the room said. He sat down next to Seruni to clarify the words that came out of the woman's mouth. "You're seriously willing to retaliate in a criminal way? Holy jeez!"

"Why is that why?" the woman immediately caught Ozil sitting to his right. "He's already committed a crime, right? Yes I have to reply in a way that is worth dong. But I'm still confused about which way to reply. A lot can be exemplified, but all the perpetrators are easily caught."

"Hahaha ..." Ozil's laughter instantly broke. He thinks Seruni's confession looks very funny. "Well, everything is easy to reveal. There is no perfect crime. All pasti have a crack that can be traced. Like your uncle, there must be something we can use to prove."

Seruni then snorted and she spread her head on the lap of the man next to her. "Then how do we find evidence to uncover his crimes? I don't want to, my family continues to be deceived by Uncle Sakurata."

"Indeed Sakurata's uncle, your mama's sister or Papah's sister you anyway?"

Before answering a question from Ozil, Seruni's hand grabbed the young man's hand and placed it on his chest. But Ozil did not refuse. Even Ozil directly massaged one of the twin objects that are still hiding behind the clothes Seruni.

"He's actually, Daddy's cousin. So Daddy's father was a sister with Sakurata's mother. They're staying longer in Japan" Seruni said.

Ozil nodded a few times. "I also have a plan. But I also have to talk to the ghosts as well, because we need a good, compact cooperation for this plan to work out perfectly."

"Are you really not afraid of ghosts at all?" ask Seruni while lying on his side and take off Ozil's shirt buttons one by one.

"At first, I must have been afraid. In fact I think it's just a dream, really, I can see them" Ozil took off his shirt. Now there's a white shirt with no sleeves. Seruni's hand slipped inward and rubbed the young man's field chest.

"They must be very creepy?" terka Seruni's.

"Not at all" Ozil argued. "They even look pretty, though they're a little pale."

"Gorgeous ghost time? No way?" Seruni asked with a look of disbelief.

"The serem is also a lot. The one without the head, the one with the head, the one who is pregnant, is very much. The five ghosts are not. They look pretty."

"Yes, not just five ghosts. Tuyul bring money also I've seen," replied Ozil calmly. Seruni even became scared by herself. "Here you go, I'm gonna take a shower, and I'm gonna go get some food. If you talk, then go again tonight."

"Follow!" whinek Seruni while getting up from her lying down.

"Yes later, I take a shower first" Ozil got up from his seat and stepped into the wardrobe.

"I'm taking a shower too" Ozil immediately turned his head with a flabbergasted look towards Seruni. "I don't want to be in the room alone. Scared."

"But I'm going to take a shower, time to come?" Ozil was really amazed by the woman's behavior.

"Yes take a shower together. I haven't taken a shower either" Seruni said adding to Ozil's surprise. The woman even got up and immediately picked up her towel. "Come on!"

Ozil nodded slowly. Between joy and wonder, the young man stepped into the bathroom with a feeling of unworthiness. Of course Ozil's mind also went straight where and the contents of his pants immediately stiffened very firmly.

Ozil who used to shower at most only spent ten minutes without defecating, but at this time, the bath time became longer than usual. Because what Ozil does is not just a bath, Ozil's hands are busy wiping the body of the woman who is in the bathroom with him. Although not to do a more intimate relationship, but bathing together was a very pleasant first experience for Ozil.

In turn, Ozil soaked Seruni's body. That's it over the initiative Seruni himself. At first Ozil only resigned when Seruni snatched the bath soap from his hands and asked him to give soap to Ozil's body. Very willingly, Ozil also put his body touched by the hands of Seruni. Don't ask how Ozil's wild soul is now. What is certain is that Ozil died holding himself back.

The soul of Ozil's man is increasingly struggling when he soaks Seruni's body. From the neck to the feet of Seruni, Ozil's fingers touched all the woman's delicate white skin. "What is this thing called a stye?" ozil asked as his finger touched the mound of flesh split in a somewhat bushy fur. "When can my bullion get in here?"

Seruni just smiled and let Ozil's finger wipe the dream object that many men really want to enjoy.

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