Question Existing: Please Don't Stop The Music

Question Existing: Please Don't Stop The Music Baby are you ready cause its getting close Don't you feel the passion ready to explode What goes on between us no one has to know This is a private show "Don't you wanna get that?" asked a very breathless Saafir. "Nah, don't make me.. they can wait." "Nah, don't get in trouble on my account." His logic made sense, although it was hard for him to resist. His 8 pack lay flat under what appeared to be brown Burberry Boxers. His Taverniti jeans appeared to have a Jamaican shotta look, but no type of jean could escape that big ass bulge. His dick appeared to have been a size 9, but it looked as though it was thick like a peroxide bottle. His cinnamon skin on top of coreys dulce de leche skin looked so damn appetizing. The peroxide dick didn't hurt either(lol). "Fuck are we doin? who ever it is doesn't seem like they'll be leaving anytime soon." "Quick Corey said, lets put these clothes on and act like we wasn't doin shit to begin with, that way, they can't say shit"."That was the dumbest thing you've said all day, but you look so cute so I don't mind." "In actuality, im gonna need this dude to get signed. So if I gotta fake it till I make it, and get some ass in the process, SHITTTTTT, im glad I signed up for the dumb nigga program" Saafir thought to himself. " im glad my cousin Rahtiek fucks dudes in high places."(rahtiek and Corey had a thing goin on when they were 18 until he moved to Miami Florida to go to college. Rahtiek was actually in love with Corey, but he fucked around and cheated with Coreys rival Naeshawn. for about 3 months of the two years they were dating. Another reason, why he went far,far,away to school). "Come in, who is it?" it was the nosy receptionist Tamera. Actually, her name was Shakeera, but everyone called her Tamera because of resemblance to TV star Tamera Mowry. Except Tamera wasn't a hood-renowned smut, with low tolerance for "broke nigga" and had a disgusting fetish for fishnet stockings. But, Shakeera was attractive. Standing tall at 5'10, she was a bit lighter than Tamera Mowry, her hair wasn't as long because she donated her hair to Locks Of Love, as a "respiritualiztion process". Didn't last for long, cause she fucked the HHR star FLY GUY SHY(his debut album FGS sold 270,000 copies in the first day. But, what little knew, was that if you put an A in front of the F you would get his true sexual identity. That's why he was so damn shy. But when they fucked, he was drunk off of ciroc and lemonade so, a hole is a hole.) "Who's this?" Tamera tried her best to sound like Jackee Harry. "Damn, why you so fucking rude. Why you in everyone face for, don't you got a man?" "I don't need a man to define who I am" "although, I will take this one off ur hands"she thought very deviously."oh, excuse me, im soo rude for not introducing myself, My name is Saafir Rolston, im from Miami Florida and im talkin to yalls A&R so that I could be down with the HHR family. yall hot right now" "damn, I could tell this bitch want some dick. Ima give it to her, but I gotta get to this nigga head first.