“What we’re trying to do is show the public exactly what sort of people run the businesses that are providing the music they enjoy. It’s about p...oving that the people crying poor while sitting in their fancy offices in Nashville and Los Angeles aren’t exactly eating at the homeless shelter. Meanwhile, you’ve got studio musicians having to clean up the bars where they play at night in order to afford a shitty apartment. We’re just trying to shine a light; we don’t want to tear the roof off.”“You. Mark had just brought a riding crop and tonight she was a horse. She ran her hands over her body one more time before opening the door. A set of hands grabbed her arms. She screamed.“No need for that,” a man’s deep voice with a southern accent said softly in her ear. “ain’t nobody gonna hear you now. Poor Mark tried stopping me from comin’ in, boy didn’t know what hit him.”“What did you do to him?” she cried, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to break the man’s hold, but he was. So i called hani frnd & said her to forward a msg that i am coming & say hani to meet me…So i reached my hometown & went to my home got freshed & went near hani home & waiting for her..she came & met me & we both planned to meet in my home as i am alone…so i thought my plan is working & we both went to my home…we both reached our home…she was wearing red top & black jeans & i am wearing a blue jeans & a t-shirt…as we went inside my home & locked the room & i went & hugged hani & started to kiss. They remain looped around one ankle. Freed, your clitty jumps up, hard, a shining drop of nectar on its tip. I ease my own out of my panties. I wipe a drop of nectar off it and place it on my lips, savouring its thick salty flavour. Kneeling down again, I offer my lips to yours. One hand cradling your tight balls, the other slowly stroking you, my lips slide over your clitty tip. I slide down over the top, sealing it so nothing will escape. I can taste your nectar, thick salty pre-cum oozing.