PRETTY GHOSTS

PRETTY GHOSTS
Mysterious Man


"Who are you, huh!" asked Ozil in a loud voice to the two who forced Ozil into the car. With a feeling of confusion and thoughts of various kinds, Ozil is now really made to panic about the incident he just experienced. "Are you Sakurata's men?"


"So quiet, don't ask too many questions!" hardik one of the men that Ozil himself could not see his face. Well, in addition to being forced to get into the car, Ozil's eyes are also currently covered with cloth by the person who forced him. As Ozil recalled, there were three people in the car. Ozil could not dwell because in addition to holding a weapon, the man also tied Ozil's hand.


Ozil was silent with a thousand questions from the mind that had gone where. I don't know where he's going at the moment, because Ozil can't see anything at all. Until a few minutes later, Ozil felt the car he was riding stopped. Afterwards, he is forced down and one of the men who forces him, clutching Ozil's arm firmly and pulling him in for Ozil to follow him.


A few moments later, Ozil's footsteps stopped. Ozil does not know where he is at the moment because his eyes are still closed. Ozil only sensed there were a few people around him. But shortly after, Ozil felt the atmosphere became quiet. Ozil really felt alone in that place.


"Hallo! Is there anyone!" Ozil shouted, but he was made dumbfounded because there was no telling at all. Ozil was really confused, until when Ozil was thinking of a way to remove the rope that tied his hand, Ozil was made to be surprised because something was rubbing his cheek.


"You're who!" yelled Ozil loudly. But there is no truth at all. There Ozil is increasingly made to wonder because at that time also Ozil felt the hand rubbed the cheek and then down felt his chest. "Do you want to stain me, huh!" yelled Ozil again with all the panic that returned to attack.


But alas, no matter how much Ozil yells, it doesn't stop someone who's currently groping Ozil's chest. Even Ozil now feels the mysterious man's hand touching his pants and rubbing the mound that contains the contents of Ozil's pants so gently.


"Who are you? Please, don't make me curious?" Ozil again tried to ask, but it seems Ozil's efforts did not pay off. The person who was currently feeling Ozil's body still did not let out his voice. "You're a trunked woman, huh?" Ozil again made the accusations, but his efforts were in vain.


"Geez, I'm really getting tainted" Ozil quipped as soon as he felt a mouth playing with his pants. Ozil tried not to desire that the contents of his pants not stiffen. But the contents of his pants even betrayed, the object was even more stiffened with burly because the mouth game of a mysterious person feels very delicious.


"Who are you? Don't worry, please," Ozil again pleaded, hoping the mystery man would open his voice and admit it. But again it was only a disappointment that Ozil felt. The man remained silent and grew wild playing the contents of Ozil's pants.


Maybe because he was satisfied to play the contents of the pants, the man now opened Ozil's shirt and began to enjoy the stocky body by giving some kiss. Ozil could no longer make his voice. In the end, the young man could only give up on what he was going through at the moment, although his mind was still thinking of ways that he could escape the unexpected events he was going through.


A few minutes later, Ozil felt a hand grab his arm and the hand pulled Ozil to follow. Ozil is a bit difficult to step because the pants he wears are only open to the knee. But shortly after that Ozil's steps stopped and Ozil felt two hands holding his shoulder and twisted Ozil's body and pushed him.


Bugh!"


Ozil fell, but he felt no pain. Ozil felt that he fell on the bed. Ozil was stunned because after his body lay down, he did not feel any pain. Ozil tried to get up, but suddenly there was a hand holding him so that Ozil continued to lie down. Shortly after, Ozil again made dumbfounded when the contents of his pants like inserted into something that limits the taste of pleasure.


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