"The Wedding isn't until next week darling; Chill out!" (Patreon)

As Fred sat in the shaking car, rocking back and forth through the shear force that his fiancé, Sarah was being fucked by a random thug, Fred felt the need to say something.

FRED :"I know what you're doing, you two. Stop it at once, we're supposed to be getting married next week Sarah!"

SARAH: "So is this how married life's going to be...you telling me what to do, like I'm your property. He's using protection so it's not cheating and although I'm ovulating, he's wearing a condom so stop getting possessive or the wedding's off"