Taylor Swift lies awake in her bed one night, a naked Harry Styles sleeping beside her. She has an itch she wants to scratch. She reaches over and gently traces the outline of his sleeping cock, wondering if he'd wake up if she pressed her lips to the tip instead. She sits up, leans over his groin and drools over his cock and balls. Instead of waking him, she reaches for her phone and films a close-up of her tongue painting his shaft, a souvenir for later.