It was a great house in the west-end, the place he could call as 'home' back then.
It hadn't been that long since he left his mother with Christine, the beauty hadn't mentioned a word, one of her oddities these days, she refused to talk about the engagement.
"Ahn~!"
While his thoughts were clouded by a dark future in which Christine would no longer be his, his wife, Francesca Anglesey, held him like her dearest possessions, moaning wantonly as he spread her insides, seeking to release his seed in that tight spot.
"V-Valentine HMN~ I love you!~" The duchess stole his lips with all the passion she could muster.
Blonde, breathtaking, a body that the majority of women would envy, she tried to satisfy her husband as much as she could.
"I love you too." He thrusted harder, delivering the climax of feelings, there wasn't falsehood in his words, however... she is not Christine.
"Hmn~!"
