Taken Episodes
Taken
Taken
Taken
Taken
They tape Jack Dyer to the chair. Stuff an old sock in his mouth. He can’t talk, can’t move, and now he’s the one taking it. Taylor runs the electric wand over his skin, watching the twitch, watching the fear. Johnny steps in, shoves his cock straight into Jack’s hole, while Taylor feeds his own length down Jack’s throat. The gag only makes them push harder. When Johnny pulls out, Taylor lines up and buries himself to the root in that same stretched hole. Johnny keeps a hand over the sock, keeps the noise down, keeps Jack pinned. They switch again. Johnny sinks back inside, hips snapping. Taylor pulls the sock free just long enough to shoot straight across Jack’s tongue, holding his jaw open. The sight of Taylor unloading triggers Johnny; he pulls out and streaks thick ropes across Jack’s hairy ass. When they finish they turn the tables all the way—Jack gets left the same way he left them.
They tape Jack Dyer to the chair. Stuff an old sock in his mouth. He can’t talk, can’t move, and now he’s the one taking it. Taylor runs the electric wand over his skin, watching the twitch, watching the fear. Johnny steps in, shoves his cock straight into Jack’s hole, while Taylor feeds his own length down Jack’s throat. The gag only makes them push harder. When Johnny pulls out, Taylor lines up and buries himself to the root in that same stretched hole. Johnny keeps a hand over the sock, keeps the noise down, keeps Jack pinned. They switch again. Johnny sinks back inside, hips snapping. Taylor pulls the sock free just long enough to shoot straight across Jack’s tongue, holding his jaw open. The sight of Taylor unloading triggers Johnny; he pulls out and streaks thick ropes across Jack’s hairy ass. When they finish they turn the tables all the way—Jack gets left the same way he left them.