Given the nature of their risky sex, one might have thought that Addison and Preston would have been more careful about keeping quiet and laying low. But in that moment, passion took a powerful hold on Addison and controlled her lust fueled state. She couldn’t help herself in those moments. Even though she knew that her moans were loud, and that the wall behind her was being rhythmically pounded into, just like the patterned smacks issued to her pussy.<br/><br/>Preston promised he wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard, just after Addison pleaded for him to do that very thing. His groan made her ears tingle and her core tightened at his use of the pet name, baby. “Ooh, fuck yes!” She exclaimed, her body bucking hard against his at every surging thrust. He confessed to wanting to make her his own little slut, at her father’s place of work. “Make me your little slut, Preston!” She breathlessly moaned.<br/><br/>Before long, her entire body started to shake as heat ripped through her body and pleasure started to drown her. Every powerful buck from Preston was met with grinding impaling on her part. That was, until her entirety went weak as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and made her eyes roll backward, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nectar spilling out as her pussy tightened and wrung out Preston’s cock. “Aaanh, fuck!” She exclaimed, her voice echoing.