Though she felt humiliated by the rough way her husband was using her, still Martha could not help responding to the filling thick presence of his engorged cock.

"Uuuuuuuhhh… Oooohhh. Oooohhh God-d-d!" Tears forgotten, she began to wiggle her ass back to meet the steady fierce lunges of Frank's fat cock.

"There! What'd I tell you! This was all you needed all along, woman!" The big man gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he hunched his hips forward to fill his wife's twat with pulsing cock. Frank had just had a good meal. One sense stimulated another. It felt good to satisfy his cock's hunger once his belly had been fed. His two extra pieces of toast lay forgotten on the counter while the man concentrated all his pent-up energy on soundly reaming his wife's cunt. "Shit, one thing I've got to say about you, Martha! Your cunt's still as tight as it was the first time I screwed you."

Even this grudging obscene compliment was eagerly lapped up by the neglected woman. Though her external appearance never seemed to satisfy him any more, her cunt still pleased him. She ground her ass round and round, maneuvering her pelvis to find new angles for his cock to penetrate her pussy. She was playing her best feature to best advantage. She wanted to wow him with the hot supple talents of her eager cunt! "Ooooooooo… oh Frank, your cock feels so good, honey!"

"You're damned right it does. Shit! Move that sweet ass, woman!" He watched her trim ass-cheeks revolve in first one direction and then another. He reached around and up under her robe to squeeze her nipples. They were already hard, but his crude caresses made them harder. They stood out like stiff digits from the peaks of her swaying breasts. "Oh, feel these nipples! They're hard as pebbles! You sure wouldn't know it to look at you, Martha, but you're a whore at heart, you know that woman!"