#Chapter 62: Willow Approves

Caleb By the next morning, the count was as followed. The kitchen island in my house was the perfect height to fuck Ruby. The bench in the rose garden was a little uncomfortable for her to ride me on, but it was better if I bent her over the back of it. The meadow behind the garden was the most aesthetically complementary place for me to watch her breasts bouncing as she bucked up and down on my cock. The couch in her apartment gave us the best angles and the most options for a variety of positions. The dining room chairs in my house were the most throne-like for either of us to sit in while the other went down on them. We’d done both. My bed was the most comfortable for fucking. Ruby’s bed had a spindle headboard that either of us could easily hold on to. We had only napped a few hours here and there, one or both of us constantly waking up hard or dripping. We knew we needed to sleep more and had tried to make our way to my bed, since we wouldn’t be tempted by the he