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.

exceeded his imagination. It drove

her smooth skin and her curvy body, he felt like having

made him

removed their clothes, pulling her close

her,

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

that moment, she had lost control, so she didn't think

bodies became one, she

she instantly regretted it once she snapped

pain was excruciating, causing her to twist her head away from his kiss. She pushed against

let go of me. Elio...

to move because he was afraid it would hurt

chest. She cried out, "Let go of me! I don't want

it would hurt

and pinned them above her head.

time, so he had been too rough on her. Without having any experience, he was acting