"Move the chair over here and turn it around so the back faces me."
My kinky Reed was back in full swing. I did exactly what he said.
"Straddle the chair," he all but groaned.
I had no idea how that would work sexually, but I was past caring. Reed watched for a moment before standing up and taking the scarf from the nightstand. Once he covered my eyes, I wouldn't be able to see his incredible muscles, so I drank him in, burning each sinewy movement into my memory.
"You know you can tell me to stop any time," he whispered in my ear as he placed the scarf around my head, covering my eyes.
"Yes." My heart was ready to explode from my chest. I could feel moisture on the chair dripping from my p***y, but I wasn't embarrassed by it; I was too damn turned on.
He lifted my hands and slowly p
