I dated Vladimir Makarov for about a year, but we broke up after a fight. The reason was so stupid - his rude attitude towards me. After the breakup, he pursued me for a long time, but I started a new relationship to spite him. After a while, I fell in love with a new guy, or rather, I "replaced" him, and I forgot about Vladimir for good. And now, I'm in a new and important phase of my life: getting married. After my new boyfriend proposed, I didn't hesitate to accept. The day came. I stood at the entrance and greeted the other guests, not feeling any danger. Vladimir was invited. Although I wanted to cut all ties, Vladimir insisted on remaining friends. Makarov... He actually came. He was polite, reserved, and even congratulated me sincerely, as I thought. He then offered me a glass of champagne to relax. Naively, I accepted it. Suddenly, my head began to ache. My vision blurred. I woke up sitting on Vladimir's cock. In his black sedan. Not understanding what was happening, I felt only pain and pleasure. He grinned without slowing down. Vladimir moved in me, roughly, mercilessly. His words, like spittle, burned my skin: — I'm better. Better than this freak. If you don't understand this, then I'll pound it into you along with my seed. I tried to resist, but Vladimir continued his rough thrusts and muttered: — It doesn't change anything, you will be with me. You'll be my kitten. And I don't care about your fiance. If you refuse, one day you will go home and see the corpse of your ex-husband.