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.

he felt like having her all to himself, including her

made

clothes, pulling her close as

he kissed her,

his strong and muscular body, he pinned her down. He caressed every inch of her body, kissing her as their tongue danced passionately. The relentless sensation

had lost control, so

bodies became one, she

instantly regretted it once she snapped

head away from his kiss. She pushed against her firm chest

face.

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let go of me. Elio... Let go of

dare to move because he was afraid

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

imagined it

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

hadn't realized it was her

her. Without having any experience, he was