I find the strength to speak.
"Trey, I want you."
"He wants us."
"He will have us, then."
My vision fades, the last thing I see before my eyes flutter closed is Trey's massive black dong bobbing as he steps toward me. Hot hands pull my legs apart, and I pass out from the sheer pleasure as Trey - whatever Trey is - invades my hungry, aching hole.
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