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.

The softness and sweetness of Candice exceeded his imagination. It drove him crazy, making him obsessive and confused.

felt like having her all to himself, including her

made him

removed their clothes, pulling her close as he kissed

he kissed her,

as their tongue danced passionately. The relentless sensation

moment, she had lost

became one,

regretted it once she

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

face.

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of me.

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

chest. She cried out, "Let go of me! I

it

and pinned them above her head. He kissed

it was

on her. Without having