The Wrong Woman

The more nervous Candice got, the more sensitive her body became.

Elio's hand slid down her thigh, slipping under her skirt.

He seductively whispered in her ear, "May I kiss you?"

Candice was already captivated by his touch. She was overwhelmed with a bewitching sense of emptiness she couldn't suppress. Breathing heavily, she didn't have the strength to answer his question. She was growing embarrassed that her skin flushed.

Her silence was taken as consent by Elio.

He adjusted her position then pressed down on her soft body, and leaned in to kiss her lips.

Candice shyly moaned. Her sweet moans could make any man tingle with anticipation.

They couldn't bring themselves to part from their kiss, losing themselves to it.

At that moment, he finally kissed the woman he had long yearned for. He couldn't suppress his emotions anymore and almost lost control.

sweetness of Candice exceeded his imagination. It drove him crazy, making him obsessive

Elio touched her smooth skin and her curvy body, he felt like having her all to himself, including

desire made

quickly removed their clothes, pulling her close as he kissed

kissed her, Candice felt

he pinned her down. He caressed every inch of her body, kissing her as their tongue danced passionately. The relentless sensation left her body weak

that moment, she had lost control,

bodies became one, she

she instantly regretted it once she snapped back

tearing pain was excruciating, causing her to twist her head away from his kiss.

go of me. Elio... Let go of

dare to move because he was afraid it would hurt her

fists and pounded on his chest. She cried

imagined it would hurt so

her head. He kissed her lips to stop her

first time, so he had been too rough on her. Without having