Sure!

Before Candice can make for another public grope at your cock, you gently grasp her by the wrist. "Got somewhere a little more private?" you whisper, prompting a sensual hum as Candice shudders from your breath against her ear.

"This way." Twisting her hand into a grip around yours, Candice breaks into a brisk walk - or as far as her flowing gown will let her. You gingerly make it back across the arching bridge, back into the halls of the palace. A turn and several doors later, and you enter one of Parfum Palace's luxurious guestrooms. A four-poster bed with a fluffy mattress to die for, regal furniture and curtains in 17th-century Kalosian style - you've wondered what it might be like to spend a night in it, and tonight you're certainly going to get the chance. The Gym Leader relinquishes her hand, gently laying on the bed, sinking into the soft expanse while she regards you with a teasing, come-hither look. "Shall we... warm up?" she murmurs.

You need no further invitation - leaning in, you capture her cute smile with your lips. A soft, mint sensation fills your nose as you press further, easing your tongue into her mouth. You feel Candice's arms go around your back, pulling you deeper in, and you respond in kind with your hands on her bare shoulders. Moments later Candice begins moaning into the kiss; sensual like the young woman she is yet retaining her high-schooler charm. Your hands glide down her front, past the rim of her gown and cupping her firm bosom.

"Mmmm..." Her tongue flicking sharply against yours, Candice groans her approval as you squeeze her bouncy globes. You gently grapple her chest, feeling her nipples harden under the satiny material and prod your palms. Shortly after Candice breaks the extended liplock in a gasp, her eyes glazed over in lust and her breath hot against your cheek. "Hold on," she pants, and you almost swear you can see the puff of her breath. You release your grip as she reaches an arm behind her, and you hear the sound of a zipper jerked open. Coyly she pulls down the top of her gown, revealing her snow-white mounds.

"C'mon," teases Candice, "Get your ki-ai on."

You need no further invitation, practically pouncing on her exposed tits and pressing your palms against her cushiony goodness. This time you forgo Candice's lips and head straight for one of her nipples, taking the tasty nub into your mouth. Her pleased hums turn into frantic breaths as you tease away at her, nibbling and pinching and rubbing away on her sensitive pointers between every fondle and squish. "Oooh, just like that!" she mewls, placing a hand on your head and clenching your hair. You continue your tender loving on Candice's twin mountains, coming up for air and to alternate between the peaks, lathering them with your spit as the gym leader moans a sexy sonata in your ears.

"Ah! Ooh! Wait a - Mmmh!" You feel Candice's hand push your forehead upwards, and you meet her gaze as a thread of saliva breaks between you and her left boob. "I think it's time I gave you a little attention instead," she purrs, nudging a leg between your thighs.