Her hand slowly moved down to my manhood and my breathe quickened. She smirked bringing her lips to neck, then traveled them up letting her hot breathe hit my ear, "You know Luke," her hand slid over my manhood and I bit my lip, "Good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught."
All the boys needed to do was write a song. That's it, write a song and they'd get out of high school, and continue their tour. That's not so difficult. Just one song and it's bye-bye Texas. Yet, some of the boys get a little too caught up in the whole high school "experience".
And Luke's got his eyes on a pretty "experience" with platinum blonde hair.