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,

curvy body, he felt like having her all to himself, including her body and

made

clothes, pulling her close

he kissed her,

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

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

bodies became one,

once she

away from his kiss. She pushed against her firm chest with both hands as tears streamed down

me. Elio... Let go

froze. He didn't dare to move because he was afraid

fists and pounded on his chest. She cried out,

had never imagined it would

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

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