So perhaps Mark wasn't the biggest cock in town, but he was certainly the largest of the men she had been with, only four counting him!- and he was bigger than Chris. Length and thickness, and after the fuckings he had delivered lately, Chris' tool felt more like a bigger finger. There was more that was different too, now that she had done it she could notice it. Her husband had his hands down on the bed, by her shoulders, gyrating his hips and working it in her. Mark would have grabbed her ankles and balled her up- held her down and fucked her hard. Sweet hubby gave sweet kisses to her nipples- she was two times a mother and while still sensitive- Patricia wanted him to grab her breasts, squeeze them, give her little bites. She closed her eyes, and turned her head to the side.<br/><br/>Perhaps she could have moaned or something, faked some pleasure. It wasn't bad, as sex goes, but it wasn't really good either. She lifted her feet up some, let them bounce with her legs and her husband's short, straining thrusts while she held onto his arms with a light grip. She could have faked it, but she didn't, head turned to the side as if to say just get it over with already.