“You know I do,” Addison moaned out the words, answering Preston’s question. Not that the answer required much thought, at all. Of course she loved how Preston felt inside of her. He knew that just as well as she did.<br/><br/>But saying it out loud seemed to hit in a whole different way. “I love you fucking me from behind,” she confessed. Preston gripped her hips roughly and started to buck against her with more purpose, her ass clapping against his waist repeatedly.<br/><br/>She whimpered when he went on, fucking her in a way that felt like he wanted to possess her, all while he admitted that he loved being inside of her, no matter how he got inside. “Aah!” Addison cried out, once again not really aware of her volume, given the depths of her pleasure.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the door opened, and a pair of heels clacked inside the restroom. Addison heard herself gasp softly. But just afterward, Preston’s hand clapped over her mouth, covering it and silencing her while he continued to fuck her.<br/><br/>Hopefully the woman in the bathroom was none the wiser and wouldn’t peek down at the floor to realize there were two pairs of shoes in one stall. Thank goodness for the tall stall doors. Addison’s hips bucked back against Preston, as if to beg him to fuck her harder.<br/><br/>The visitor in the bathroom was shuffling through her purse and applying makeup in the mirror while gussying up in front of the mirror. After applying lipstick and blush, she made a kissy face at herself, then walked off. Once the door shut, Addison’s head reared back. “Oooh, fuuuuck!”<br/><br/>She fucked him backwards just as hard as he was fucking into her, her face pressed against the door as she fell into the passion pit and quivered while her body spasmed all over and her orgasm ripped through her. “Fuck, Preston! Fuck me! Oh, my god! Oh, god! Ahhhhh!”