Trey Songz, Chris Brown and August Alsina Imaginations

Mr. Steal Yo Girl, Part 2 x Trey Songz

Imagine Trey pays for yours and his lunch and leaves a tip there on the table. You thank him and head to his Black Ashton Martin that’s parked near the curb. Trey whips out his car keys, unlocks his vehicle and grasps your wrist as he’s walking beside you to the passenger seat. He gets your car door and watches you get in safely then shuts your door and goes to the driver’s seat and shuts the door then enters on the other side to rev up his engine. Now you’re heading back to Trey’s condo and just about the whole ride there he is touching and rubbing on your thigh. You try to act like it’s not even turning you on and listen to the music on the the radio and look out the window, but he knows better. Trey moves his hand up your dress and towards your panty line making you burst out a giggle. His brown eyes shift to focus on you and wink. There are no need for an exchange of words. You only reply with a smirk on your lips and watch him focus on the roadway. But this only gets you in the mood and you decide to play with him a bit. You set your hand on Trey’s zipper and caress the spot and since he doesn’t give you the initial reaction you expect, you move your other hand on his pants and zip down his jeans. Next you slide your hands into Trey’s boxers and he looks over at you and says, “Don’t start up something you can’t finish.” You smirk and reply seductively, “I never back down from a challenge.” You grip his member to show him you’re not playing and stroke the base up and down at a rapid speed. Trey spews a few throaty groans here and there, he’s not exactly the vocal type. He doesn’t want you to think he’s a bitch or none like that. You tighten the grip in your hands and stroke a bit harder making it grow stiff in your hands and your eyes get big once you see its size. Trey’s shaft is very long and thick. You have to use both hands to stroke. “God you’re so big,” you whisper and he laughs, “That’s what she said.” You smirk harder and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and slow down the motion in your other hand. He has to focus on driving and you don’t want to create a distraction any more than what you are. This goes on for at least ten minutes and the next thing you know Trey is parking his vehicle in front of his luxury condo. Once he's done coming you zip and fasten up his denim jeans, lean closer and peck his lips twice then undo your seat belt. You slide out the passenger seat and you are so ready to get this started.