The couch was where it usually started every night; Chloe often joked that there was something in the cushions. Not that she was complaining, of course. She moaned louder into her hand as her g-spot was teased, rolling her hips into his hand. He always knew just what to do with his hands, his lips, his, well, everything. And then he spoke in that voice of his... Chloe whined into her hand, knowing Ben had ever intention of making her come while she was still dressed.