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.

softness and sweetness of Candice exceeded his imagination.

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

desire made

removed their clothes, pulling her close as he kissed

kissed her, Candice felt

he pinned her down. He caressed every inch of her body, kissing her as their tongue

lost control, so she didn't

became one,

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 down her

let go of me. Elio...

He didn't dare to move because he was afraid it would hurt

her fists and pounded on his chest. She cried out, "Let

never imagined it

pinned them above her head. He kissed her lips to stop her from

realized it was her first time, so he had been too