It was wet, and it was fucking filthy. Jet’s head was spinning with a thousand different ways he could do this again and again without it ever getting boring. Like Taylor being tormented by a vibrator, or having his balls locked up, or his cock caged, or his hands tied. Like Jet lying on his back and unable to move and Taylor taking all the power away from him. Because above all, Jet trusted this man with every single one of his vulnerabilities.
