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.

Candice exceeded his imagination. It drove him crazy,

felt

made him

pulling her close as he

kissed her, Candice felt

her body, kissing her as their tongue danced passionately. The relentless sensation left her body weak and trembling. The feeling of

moment, she had lost control, so

bodies became

regretted it once she snapped back to her

pain was excruciating, causing her to twist her head away from his kiss. She pushed against her firm chest with both hands as

go of me. Elio... Let go

He didn't dare to move because he was afraid

chest. She cried out, "Let go of me!

never imagined it would hurt

her wrists and pinned them above her head. He kissed her lips

he had been too rough