Trey Songz, Chris Brown and August Alsina Imaginations

Mr. Steal Yo Girl, Part 3 x Trey Songz

Y/E/C means your eye color.

Imagine a whole crew of paparazzi had followed you and Trey Songz back to his condo. Fortunately, it's a gated, private property and they won't dare trespass on these grounds unless they wanna catch fade with a lawsuit. So they stand outside the gate, take pictures and chat. You both rush into his condo and he kicks the door shut then locks it. You step out your expensive Red Bottoms to get comfortable and strut to him. You both start to undress one another and drop every article of clothing down to the carpet. Trey bends down to pick you up and lock your legs around his waist. You raise up your hands to wrap around his neck and remove his gold chain. There won't be a need for this. Trey maneuvers to his bedroom while staring you deep in the eyes. He then moves his head in closer to passionately crash his soft lips onto yours. And the kiss is like foreplay to your mouth. Trey stops, drops you down on the center of his California King size bed and stands there stroking his shaft. You lay there naked on your back and smirk having an idea in mind. You suck on your finger, while your other hand plays with your left nipple. He is watching you this whole time and you close your eyes. You pretend these are Trey's big hands working its magic on your body and you start to become wet at the thought of it. Damn he's got you horny. You open your eyes back, lift your hand up and curl your finger to signal him to come get you. He gets on the bed with you, spreads your legs open wide, and rubs the apex of his hardened length up and down your slit. You know it's going to be way more intense than head, but you're a big girl. You can handle Trey. You moan and touch on his abs to let him know you're ready. You desperately want him to stop teasing you. So you raise your legs up and lock it around his waist hoping he may get the hint and push it in already. Trey smirks growing a little more turned on seeing how eager you are. He grips your leg and sinks his fingertips into your bare skin. Then he slams his whole size into your warm mound earning a sudden yelp past your pretty lips. Your y/e/c starts to water because Trey's piece is just too much to take. You place your hands on his abs to push him back some, but he grabs your hands and pins them down above your head. You scream his name and try to wiggle out his secure grasp but this only makes his grip get tighter. And Trey leans down watching you closely as he hovers above you, groaning. The motion in his thrusts speed up, knocking into your hips wildly and you shriek like you're dying. You can feel Tremaine driving his manhood in and out of your stomach over and over again. He laughs darkly, then places his lips on the crook of your neck sucking til he creates a big red hickey.