"Ella, I really love you."
"Today is the engagement; you are mine now, give yourself to me."
Dustin Coldwell held her tightly, persisting like a train: "From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you, Ella, please give yourself to me? I'm in anguish, it's killing me..."
He truly liked the kind of woman Ella White was.
Her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate, with a faint scent of milk—she must taste wonderful.
"Dustin, let go quickly." Ella pushed him, "Today's engagement ceremony has been canceled and postponed to tomorrow, since nothing is confirmed yet, isn't it a bit premature?"
Besides, she planned to give herself only after marriage.
Dustin Coldwell couldn't cope with her, lifting her and pressing her onto the large bed...
Ella White's wet bridal gown soaked the big bed.
