Touch My Body's

Sexy Dress Woman

The black Mercedez Benz G550 with a golden line suddenly stopped in front of the Capital Night Club.

The blue-dark spectacled man came down from inside with an annoyed face, grumbling and hurling foreign language curses.

Not knowing what caused the car he had brought from Germany, breaking down in a place he did not want to visit today because he was still busy with his endless work.

From inside her HW jeans, she reached for a flat object with a four-camera behind, looking for anyone she could call.

"Taiy...! You know I didn't bring Lo here Beny!" it means to the car he calls Beny.

"Why isn't it active, anyway?!" The man was even more upset to find that the two numbers he had dialed were not there for anyone to pick up his call.

How could he have let his beloved car park here. I swear by whatever Beny has to keep coming with him wherever he goes.

The man is very fond of the latest car this year which gives satisfaction to the driver. In addition to its large body, the car can also master all terrain with large tires and high bumpers.

Dizziness thinking about the survival of his car. The man with the overseas face line was made shocked by the presence of a sexy dressed woman who came to approach him with a face of fear and panic.

"Sir, please help me, sir" he said begging to hold the man's arm.

"What do you want, Lo?!" rough tepis.

"To-help me, sir. I was kidnapped and wanted to be sold at the club, sir. Please help me, sir." he said still begging.

The man being asked please opened his glasses, circulating his gaze around them. Not far from his car that broke down, several men in black were seen just getting out of the club and looking for something.

"Sir, please help me, sir. I'll tell you what you want to call me," said the woman was increasingly frightened to see the men in front there began to spread looking for her.

A little thought, finally the man who had a sharp nose with his athletic body nodded and opened the front door of his car.

"There in! Inget Lo's words just now!"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, sir." The woman wearing the short, tight canal quickly got into the luxurious car of a stranger she had just met.

The man had turned his face when he accidentally saw the contents inside there which he believed was white, like his inner thighs were in the same color.

Jeez ... What do I think?! The brain is not real! His murmur threw away thoughts about the warmth of women.

Returning to his usual attitude, the man again put on his glasses dialed the two numbers he had previously contacted.

The men in suits he saw coming out of the club, already near his car, looked suspiciously at him and approached him.

"Good night, sir. Can we help you?" ask a man who seems to be their leader.

To his right hung a signboard that read Deno. The man stared intently at the man he believed to be not far from him.

"My car broke down. I'm calling the crane to tow my car" replied the man who helped the woman.

"What if we help you? It just so happened that our club had a tow truck of its own" Deno asked again.

His men were seen observing the contents in the luxury car carefully looking for something. Dark glass cars make the limits of their vision limited. Behind his glasses the helper noticed the attitude of Deno's men.

"Well, I'm very grateful for your help. I'll just use the tow truck from Dad's club then." Deno nodded, smiling diplomatically at the man in front of him.

"Then let my men help you. Excuse me" Deno said, giving orders to two of his men and whispering to them a little.

The man who helped the woman smiled, got back into his car casually.

"Where?" ask the woman he helped.

"Berez. Just calm down, you're safe with me." The woman nodded, slightly able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The young woman with her golden brown hair was hiding under the front seat next to the steering chair.

A short, tight canal with a poking chest made the man's eyes look distorted. He believed the solid and chewy object was above average in size as his favorite.

Five minutes that felt a century for him waiting for the club's tow truck to come, finally can make himself breathe a sigh of relief.

His favorite car was towed, taken to his apartment with him in there with the woman.

"Lo want to be there?" the man began to calm down.

"Yes, I'm here, sir. I'm afraid those people were following my car." The man who helped her nodded.

Maybe he still had to watch the view of the hill that made his maleness tormented.

"Boye's name, who?" ask the woman to know.

"Gue, Ramah. Lo?"

"I'm Mulan...."

"Mulan? Doesn't Mulan's name know kung fu, huh?" janda Rama tried to melt the atmosphere that began to feel hot.

"Should .. unfortunately papi I just like the name but do not want to follow me les kungfu," said Mulan smiled bitterly.

His face was suddenly sad with heavy breathing. Rama noticed that, it seemed like something was wrong with this woman, he thought.

Want to ask but it feels inappropriate to discuss personal issues with someone new to know. Rama chose silence, until they arrived at the basement of his apartment.

"Lo wait here, don't go anywhere. Don't come out if I don't tell them, they can still watch me now!" Mulan nodded obediently, staring at Rama getting off her car.

Half an hour waiting alone inside, Rama finally opens the car door where Mulan is hiding. The man throws his jacket over Mulan's body which turns out to be very sexy under the bright lights of the apartment basement.

The curvature of the woman's body with her poking chest made Mulan look perfect in her eyes.

Rama rushes Mulan into the elevator to her room before the crazy thoughts of Mulan's body enter her.

Just stepping through the open elevator door, Mulan's feet accidentally grabbed the floor carpet of the elevator and made her body look forward to grab Rama's body which spontaneously caught her.

The two men fell to the floor with their lips pressed against each other, with Mulan over Rama's body.

The rush and the crazy heartbeat become a sign that something is unusual. Rama accidentally touches Mulan's butt, and her gnawing reflex.

Delicious, the inner Rama with the eye that is patterned wants more.

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Hi, hi, hi...

The sequel to Touch Me Slowly finally launches today...

Sorry author because the date does not match what the author promised, well...

The author was sick and busy taking care of the sick child as well...

Hopefully the story of the five authors on this platform can also be as successful as the previous work...

Thank you 🌹