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.

imagination. It drove him crazy, making him obsessive

her curvy body, he felt like

desire made him

their clothes, pulling her close as he kissed

kissed her,

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

that moment, she had lost control, so

their bodies became one,

instantly regretted it once she

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

hurts, let go of me. Elio... Let

didn't dare to move because

cried out, "Let go of

imagined it would hurt so

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

so he had been too