Roy pumped with deliberate thrusts, his cock head jabbing at the back of her throat at the end of each stroke, his teeth clenched, his balls in Claire's squeezing hand.
"Oh, God, what a beautiful fuck!" Claire crooned.
His hands holding Martha's head, Roy looked down at her.
"Can you hear me, Martha?"
She raised her eyes, her mouth full of his cock.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
As he continued pumping his cock in and out of the stretched ring of her lips, she bobbed her head up and down in answer to his question.