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

body, he felt like having her all to

desire made him

their clothes, pulling her close

kissed her, Candice

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

had lost control, so she didn't think

bodies became one, she

she instantly regretted it once she snapped back

away from his kiss. She pushed against her firm chest with both

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

didn't dare to move because he was afraid

pounded on his chest. She cried out,

never imagined it would

and pinned them above her head. He kissed her lips

been too rough on her. Without having any experience, he was acting purely