It had started off painful, but by the time she felt him bury his big cock all the way it just felt like she was being stuffed full, and it was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. Well, maybe not physical pleasure, it was sore, especially her opening, but the dirty hotness of it, that she liked.<br/><br/>After he'd finished he backed off a little, and she wriggled off him, sitting up on her knees. She'd been double blasted Trisha realized, blasted open, still was, and blasted inside. She giggled, or maybe it was basted. The married woman blushed at the sound that came up from between her legs, feeling his hot juices ooze out after. Definitely sore. Glancing down at her phone, she remembered Chris. "Hold on," she said ever her shoulder. She hit the flip button and looked for the right angle, just her big tits, mashing them close with her forearm, making sure that was the only thing in the frame, and she took a picture, hit send.<br/><br/>She tossed her blonde hair to the side, settled back on her heels. It caused her to sputter back open, more mess drip out with a gross sound that left her a little ashamed. Trying to play it off she leaned back onto Marks's chest, still kneeling behind her. Her hand found his half rigid cock, grabbing at it before she thought about it where it had just been, and squeezed it. "How about we go inside and get cleaned up a little?"