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.

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

made him

pulling her

he kissed her,

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

lost control, so she didn't think

their bodies became one, she

she instantly regretted it once

to twist her head away from his kiss. She pushed against her firm chest with both hands

face.

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go of me. Elio... Let go

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

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

had never imagined it would hurt so

wrists and pinned them above her head. He kissed

it

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