What are you waiting for?

A black leather jacket brushes over his sweat stained skin. He feels the pulse of the crowd and he fuels off their energy. He rips into his guitar and it screams into the audience. He's on Hot Rawks.

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She grips the sheets with her hands and balls them into a tight fist. She arches her back in sheer pleasure and the crown of her head presses hard against the pillow. She moans in delight again and again and every bit of stress evaporates from her quivering body. She is on Hot Rawks.
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