Trey's Self-Love Duet

Trey's fingers dance along his shaft, teasing, exploring, as if they're not his own but someone else's. His mind's eye sees her, the mysterious woman from his past, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum from his tip. He imagines her lips stretching around him, taking him deep, her hands cupping his balls, her eyes locked with his. His hips buck, his body tensing as he spills over, her name a whispered prayer on his lips.

• me
• trey

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