Reed could do nothing but cry out, pulling at the scarves, the fingers filling him finally feeling good. "Please," he moaned, "Or I'm going to come."
His erection was pulsing and he could feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within him. He knew that if they didn't do this soon he would finish. Part of him wondered if it would all go easier if he did. His body would be like putty after an orgasm, and he would definitely be relaxed enough.