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.

Elio touched her smooth skin and her curvy body, he felt like having her all to

desire made him

her close as

her, Candice felt

of her body, kissing her as

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

bodies became one,

instantly regretted it once

pain was excruciating, causing her to twist her head away from his kiss. She pushed against her

face.

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of me. Elio...

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

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

imagined it would hurt

head. He

realized it was

too rough on her. Without having