I run. In London streets, I run! I want run away from my duties, from my obligations and from my marriage. Tomorrow I marry the worst man in the city. Tomorrow I marry Crawford Starrick because of an old debt of my father. I’m running but I’m tired so I stop in a little alley for taking breath and he comes. He comes always when I need him. It is a long time that we are lovers. Secretely, we meet and we live our love. I’m breathless while he comes closer to me. He pushes me against the wall, loosing my corset and I feel his strong and warm hands on my breasts.

His tongue leaves thin and wet strips on my neck. His lips bite my nipple and I’ve already lost my control. His hands lift my skirt and he pushes his horny cock inside of me. No sweetness. Only pure desire. We have not much time. His cock slides inside me, fast. Always faster. His finger on my clit melts me completely but all that I want is hearing him to moan. “Please, Jacob…I’m coming!” This is my desperate moan while every bit of my defense collapses and I come like never before. And he satisfies me, moaning deeply while he fills me. Completely. I don’t want to go but I have to. And he knows well. So he comes closer to my ear and he whispers these wonderful words before he vanishes in the fog.

“Tomorrow you will not marry Starrick. Trust me!”

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