Oh... My Sexy Girl
Not the Taste of Pargoy Girl

Max is in front of the toilet.

Leaning his back against the wall and putting one hand in his pants pocket, Max waited for the girl who called him Om.

After waiting ten minutes, the girl finally came out of the woman's toilet.

While coming out of the toilet, the girl sees Max first, but the girl pretends not to see Max and continues to walk past Max.

And Max himself only saw the girl after the girl walked in front of him.

"Hey girl pargoy!" Call Max.

Not feeling the name of the pargoy girl, the girl did not turn her head at all and kept walking past from the presence of Max.

Upset that the girl had not heeded his call, Max caught up with the girl and immediately pulled the girl's hand and took the girl to the back of the club.

"Deliver!! Off!!" Shouted the girl while lashing out at Max's hand.

But Max ignored the girl's screams and carried her to the back of the club.

The people who saw Max bring the girl did not dare to help the girl because they knew Max, let alone the people who visited the club, the security forces did not dare to reprimand Max.

How could they dare to reprimand one of the club's shareholders.

Max and the girl are now behind the club.

Arriving behind the club, Max releases the girl's hand.

"What the hell Om! So rude!" The girl protested while rubbing her wrists reddened by Max's pull.

Instead of answering, Max pushed the girl against the wall and brought her face closer to her.

The girl's eyes were rounded wide as Max's face was only a few centimeters away from her face. The smell of mint coming out of Max's breath as well as the smell of Max's masculine body were clearly smelled on the girl's nose.

"Now look at my face! Do I still look like your Om?!" Ask Max.

Innocently the girl nodded her head.

Max's jaw is hardened.

Haha...

The girl laughed so hard.

"Why are you laughing? You're mocking me, huh!"

"You're funny Om!" Reply to the girl while pushing Max's body.

"My age is twenty years old, that means we are fifteen. It's only natural that I call you Om. Or do you want me to call Daddy?"

"You!!" Grumpy Max.

But Max smiled wily.

"May you call me Daddy. Just so you want to be my sugar baby, how?" Max bargained while staring at the girl's body from toe to head.

Hearing that, the girl smiled as she walked up to Max then tiptoed slightly to get close to her mouth to Max's ears.

"Sorry Om, you're not my taste. Fyiuuhh." Answer the girl and end with a gust in Max's ear.

After saying that the girl passed from Max's presence and left Max agape in shock at the girl's words.

Her pride as a casanova fell tumbling to the bottom of the deepest abyss because of the girl's speech.

"Suckers! How dare he say I'm not his taste! Doesn't he know me! I am Maxim Vellfire myopic pargoy girl!!! A man with a million charms!" Grumpy Max.

"Maybe he doesn't know me! Just look I'm gonna make you crazy about me!" Grumpy Max again.

Max went from behind the club.

Without saying goodbye to his two friends, Max who was already very upset and felt his pride trampled chose to go straight home to his apartment.

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