Addison was milking Preston’s cock as hard as she could, aiming to suck him dry. Preston struggled to respond to his boss’s words as his hand reached under the table. She noticed his fingers approaching her and tried to dodge, swiveling her head and helping him to push her head down rather than pull her lips off of his incredibly swollen cock.<br/><br/>His entire cock speared her throat, making it close off violently and causing her to cough and gag from beneath the table. Her head even forced its way backward as much as it could, which caused the crown of her head to bang gently against the table, from beneath it. So, not only did she gag and cough, she also banged the table.<br/><br/>“Gyaacckk!”<br/><br/>Preston’s voice raised in an effort to mask her noises and suddenly she wondered if he was punishing her from beneath the table. Did he not realize that she had his cock in her hands? He continued to talk, guiding the conversation to a rambling about how he enjoyed trying new things. As if right on cue, Gary then chuckled and stood up from the table.<br/><br/>“Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this place. Now if you’ll excuse me, the rest of my party just arrived.” He walked to the host podium where other head honchos in full suits were standing and waiting. Gary walked over to the group and shook several hands, before heading down the hall to a meeting room, which someone had booked for them in advance.<br/><br/>Addison waited until the coast was clear and finally resurfaced into her own seat, wiping up and drinking a big swig of water. Once she gulped it down forcefully, she sighed loudly, then glared at him. “What was that about?” A hint of a grin was on her face, all the while. “Trying to suffocate me for having a little fun?”