Erotic Journeys: trey songz brothers

The elevator climbs fifty floors in trey songz brothers, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “trey songz brothers” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch trey songz brothers,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “trey songz brothers… trey songz brothers… higher trey songz brothers.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “trey songz brothers” all the way down.