Untitled visual (Trey Songz)

About this Visual:

Yet another Trey Songz visual (sighs). What can I say? I have sisters upon sisters who loved this dude since the scrawny days (No offense Trey, but you KNOW it be like that!). It was originally untitled, just a quick write up for my sister 'dem, so it's NOT in narrative and it's really not that long. This one is more recent... post-haircut and grown man steeze, but a hint of roughness. And the accent - can't forget about that thick 'ginia drawl (which is why his IVOry is pronounced IVree). And for the record, I'm not a BIG Trey fan, but even THIS vizzy had me wide eyed and blushing after I reread for editing! I hope everyone enjoys it.
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**This visual has strong language and sexual content. Please read with caution.

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Trey Songz Visual

The Scenerio...

Ok, wait. Two things are wrong in here.

First things first, your livingroom did not look like this when you left for work this morning. Kicking off your shoes at the door, you walked around and tried to fix the pillows, move the dirty dishes from the coffee table and febreeze down the couch cause the odor was unbearable.

How could someone be so messy when they weren't home 65% of the time. He left a trail everywhere. The mess in the kitchen was unbelievable to your eyes. Setting the dishes down in the dishwasher, you mumbled angrily at the half empty cereal box tilted over on your granite countertop. How long was the milk left out? Wait, was that your box with your cheesecake in it? One last piece, all hot & sitting on the stove you diligently cleaned after breakfast this morning.

Oh, he done lost his mind.

"Gotdamnit Tremaine!" You yelled out, walking up the steps to your room. "You're home for 8hrs. and the house look a hot ass mess."

Opening your room door, the surprise was overwhelming. You guessed it, an even bigger mess.

"Oh... hell... no. TREMAINE!" You were seething now! Unmade bed, clothes and traveling bags on the floor, shoes on the new shag rug. Walking into the bathroom, toothbrush on the marble sink still wet. He was gonna get some shit handed to him.

You immediately put down your purse, take off those uncomfortable tights and jewelry and start searching the house for his messy, but gorgeous, self.

The Leading Scene...

The last room to check was the added on guest room he just had to have near the den on the first floor. It was usually the big room he stayed in when he was too tired to climb the stairs after a long studio night. It was also your room when he pissed you off at times, like right now.

Walking down the hall, candles lit your surroundings and you smelt Trey's cologne. With an arched eyebrow, you sped up your pace and quickly turned the knob to the room. He better not be trying to show no groupie love up in here!

You eyed the brightly lit room and the plumerias scattered on the soft, white comforter. Awkward. You walked into the bathroom next door and saw a sad looking bubble bath. You dipped your finger into the cold water and watched as some of the bubbles popped.

"You have got to be kidding me," you spun around at the voice and your scowl instantly returned when you saw Trey walking up to the jacuzzi tub holding a bag with something in it. "I thought you were still at work!" He went to kiss you on the lips, but you turned away, still upset. "Ivree, don't play."

"No, don't you play.. A mess around the house, candles lit, cold water in the tub? Fuck is this?"

"Is was suppose to be a surprise."

You kissed your teeth, "Bye yo." You fanned him off and walked back into guest room. "Trey I swear if you had a girl--"

"Aye," he cut you off quick, dropping the bag on the ground and grabbing your waist. "Ain't nobody cheating shawty, we in this for the long run, belee 'dat. I was tryna do something right. Come home, clean my shit up and have a surprise waiting for you back here," he started nibbling on your neck. "But a nigga was tied up doing the chores, see." He only looked up for a moment to nod at the bag and curiously, you picked it up and pulled out two red cloths. "To clean up the pots and pans..." He started unbuttoning your shirt and kissing the top of your breast. "Say sum'n Ree..." he licked out in-between your cleavage.

"I'm hungry," you said pulling away and walking out the room. As bad as you wanted it, you were still upset at the situation. You rebuttoned your shirt and asked if he wanted anything to eat. Sulking, he agreed and you both headed out to the Four Seasons downtown for the best steaks in Hampton.

The Main Event...

Full with grilled steaks, steamed vegetables and potatoes, Tremaine decided to continue his surprise at one of the suites in the hotel. During the 3 minute ride to the 23rd floor, he tugged on your jacket collar to pull you close and put his hands up your skirt to touch your stocking-clad thighs. He squeezed lightly near your inner thigh and instantly your panties needed changing.

Already two steps ahead, he paid the bellhop with a good tip for setting everything up while you all were eating. Walking in the room, Trey peeled your jacket off and hung it up on the coat rack. He sat you down in the loveseat near the balcony and took off your shoes, followed by your stockings. Kissing from your toes to your kneecap, he concentrated as he unbuckled your belt and slid the zipper down on your skirt.

The anticipation was killing you. Watching his unnerving, lustful brown eyes shift over every piece of clothing he took off was too much for your purring kitty. You wanted him naked, and right... RIGHT now was the only option for him. Reaching out, you went to tug at his shirt only for him to duck low and catch one of your ring fingers in his mouth. Sucking gently on your finger, he pulled the skirt off completely and started probing near your heated area.

"Ah, fuck Trey," you hissed as he let your fingers go from his mouth so he can grab on to the band of your underwear with his teeth. Slowly he knelt down to pull it off, lifting your whole ass up and squeezing it. Pure bliss poured out of your body.

"Lemme finish," He said groaned, throwing the underwear with the skirt and shoes. In record time he had you naked, sucking on your chocolate buds and fingering your wetness down below. "Gotta have you ready for Songz baby," he panted, all the while suckling your breast.

You were already heavily seduced with his charm and sexiness, but when he stopped everything to start undressing himself, thats when you lost it. You laid back, spread eagle on the seat and played with yourself as he pulled out his semi-erect dick and licked his lips at the image before him. He wasted no time mounting you, growing bigger as he plunged into your fiery lion. Hard, deep strokes invaded your body and your nipples got rock hard-- so hard, they hurt. He licked both buds again and blew on them as if to cool them off, but it didnt make a difference because your body still stayed afire with every thrust he made.

Tired of that position, Trey thrushed in one more time before he sat down and held your hips to guide you on him. Bouncing up and down, moving in different angles trying to find your spot, you licked your lips and moaned in pleasure. Trey pushed up as you were pulled down and the instant orgasm flooded your body as you moved back and forth riding it all the way through.

Trey panted a little as he peeled your spent body off of his and walked you over to the still steaming bubble bath jacuzzi. Sitting down in the water, he reached for a wash rag and began adding soap to it. Even though he didnt get to release, he knew how much pleasure he had bought you and it was well worth it.

"Ssss...shit," you moaned as he took the rag under water and wiped your sensitive clit. You still wanted more. Feeling around some, you finally grabbed his groin and almost immediately he grew to a full erection under water. His eyes sparkled as you turned around with your back facing him and guided his groin into your snugged hole underwater.

"Damn Ivree," he dropped the rag and gripped onto your titties as you splashed water from your ass movements. "Aight shawty, u killing me."

You only smirked, slowing down the bouncing so he can feel the tightness from the water in your hole. You looked back, taking note of his half closed eyes; his wet, broad shoulders shook as suddenly flipped you over and had you hold onto the side of the jacuzzi as he hit your floating goods from the back. The water only intensified the movement as his grunts and groans got louder, his moves got quicker and you literally heard his heart speed up as he came inside of you.

Not completely satisfied with the outcome, Trey quickly washed you up and lifted you up and onto the bed. Still wet, he spread your legs and gently kissed your bottom lips.

"I'm knocking Ree, you gone let me in?" He looked up and smirked with his red, plumped lips just waiting to devour your insides.

"Shit yeah," you replied, spreading your legs further and grabbing a pillow. You already know the hollering and screaming you'll be doing as his long, thick tongue played with your not-so-tamed kitten.

The After Party...

Still fully refreshed from last night, you opened the door to your home. Two things were different.

First things first, you didnt have to straighten up anything in the livingroom because it was already done. Smiling and humming to yourself, you stopped by the kitchen and sniffed the air. A clean, lemon scent filled your nose. No more trash and the dishwasher was cleared of all dishes.

With nothing to worry about, you started your bath water, this time leaving the bubbles out.

...Guess who brought them in anyway?

(Visual Complete)