Addison felt Preston’s legs spreading open a little wider and took it as a clear indication that he was ready and willing to have her do her worst to him from beneath the table. She noticed his sneak of a look down at her but the shake of his head was much too subtle to pick up on… truly.<br/><br/>A devilish grin spread over her just before fishing his cock out and starting to go to town. Preston had to respond to Mr. Marino shortly after that, his voice shaky and fluttering. Addison heard her dad agree with him, not noticing the ebb in his voice.<br/><br/>“That’s the one, Flemings. Damn good steak there.” Mr. Marino said, going on about some other items on the menu. But Addison wasn’t listening to his voice anymore. In fact, his voice became a droning sound in the background that she didn’t have the ability to focus on.<br/><br/>Preston’s cock slapped her cheek and Addison had to fight the urge to let out a gasp or a chuckle. If he was trying to pull away, he wasn’t doing a good job. Of course, he had nowhere to really go, as it was.<br/><br/>She gripped onto his thigh with one hand while the other wrapped around his shaft, pumping his thick rod a few times before parting her painted lips and letting her tongue drag down his underbelly, taking his thickness into her mouth an inch at a time.<br/><br/>Her lips wrapped around his turgid cock, tightly embracing his veiny hardness while her cheeks hollowed out and she started to suck. Again, it took some effort to not groan or whimper as she began to suck his cock, but it was probably nothing compared to the effort Preston likely had to exert.