"Slow...slow down..."
Mom's struggles suddenly softened. She bit her lower lip lightly, her voice becoming even softer. Her constantly writhing body seemed to resist, yet unconsciously responded to Wang Xiong's actions. The sounds of high heels hitting the floor, the friction of stockings, and her suppressed moans mingled together.
"Hmm? Sister Xia feels comfortable too, right?"
Wang Xiong chuckled, his glans, deep between Xia Ling's legs, keenly sensing a wetness—the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina, seeping through her newly changed champagne-colored panties and stockings, spreading little by little.
"No...no...I don't feel...comfortable..."
Xia Ling was still stubborn, but her disheveled posture reflected in the mirror couldn't lie.
Inside the dressing room, the ceiling light shone on Xia Ling, casting a trembling, ambiguous silhouette on the dressing table. With Wang Xiong's thrusts from behind, the cosmetics on the table swayed slightly, and a seductive moan escaped from Xia Ling's cherry-like lips, leaving a thin layer of mist on the mirror...
The usually decisive and efficient female CEO was now completely surrendered to this high school student, about the same age as her son, letting him do as he pleased.
"Mmm... Sister Xia, look at you now..."
Wang Xiong held Xia Ling, his thick, long penis rubbing back and forth between her silk-stockinged legs. The heat seeped through the thin stockings and into her body, arousing her. Her vagina writhed, waves of lustful fluid gushing down.
"Mmm..."
Xia Ling leaned against the dressing table, a few strands of hair on her forehead damp with sweat. She looked up at herself in the mirror, seeing her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. Her carefully applied eye makeup was smudged, and her red lips were slightly parted, rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
"Even like this, you still say you're not comfortable?" Wang Xiong steadied himself, his glans pressing against Xia Ling's entrance, and suddenly thrust forward. "Come on, Sister Xia!"
"Ahhhhhh…"
Wang Xiong's movements seemed to flip a switch in Xia Ling's body. She tried to steady herself, but her stockinged legs trembled uncontrollably. Her high heels wobbled on the soft carpet, her champagne-colored evening dress was deeply wrinkled, and the skin on her exposed back flushed pink.
"Mmm… I can't take it anymore…" Xia Ling's voice trembled. "How much longer…"
"A few more minutes, don't worry."
Wang Xiong's voice grew deeper, and his movements gradually slowed. His hot penis rubbed back and forth between Xia Ling's legs, and his hands, which had been kneading her breasts, gradually loosened their grip.
Even so, Xia Ling couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the dressing table tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Please...be gentle..." Mother's voice was already trembling with tears, "You...you won't be able to stand up like this..."
The usually dignified and elegant woman was now completely succumbing to this immoral pleasure.
Her toes involuntarily tensed, causing her high heels to sway back and forth on the carpet. Her once neatly styled hair was now slightly loose, with a few strands falling around her neck, swaying gently with her movements.
Wang Xiong chuckled, adjusting his position. His penis was still rubbing between Mother's legs, but his hands, one on each side, reached under her skirt, supporting her buttocks encased in champagne-colored stockings: "It's just rubbing through the stockings, just how sensitive is Sister Xia that you can't even handle this?"
Mother leaned against the mirror, completely afraid to look up, even her curled eyelashes were covered in tears.
"Waaah...don't say anymore...um..."
Just then, the crisp sound of high heels suddenly came from outside the door!
Mother instinctively held her breath, her muscles tensing instantly. The tension of being discovered at any moment only intensified her feelings.
"Don't be afraid..." Wang Xiong whispered behind her, "The door's locked from the inside. No one will come in."
Mother bit her red lips, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape her lips.
The reflection in the mirror was completely unfamiliar: slightly parted red lips, glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and her heaving chest. The folds of her champagne-colored dress became more pronounced, revealing glimpses of snow-white skin.
"No... I really can't..." Mother's voice grew weaker, "My legs... my legs are too weak to stand..."
At this moment, the last vestige of reason and desire was shattered.
Mother could feel every inch of her skin burning. Every touch from Wang Xiong brought irresistible pleasure. An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, mingled with the faint scent of her perfume, making the enclosed space even more alluring.
Just as the two were engrossed in their conversation, the sound of high heels in the corridor grew clearer and more distinct, approaching from afar.
"It's starting in five minutes, where's President Xia?" a female executive's voice came, tinged with anxiety.
"President Xia seems to be still changing," another voice replied. "It's been so long, should I go check on her?"
Hearing the conversation outside, Xia Ling trembled violently, instinctively wanting to cry out to stop them, but was interrupted by a sudden surge of pleasure.
Wang Xiong suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis pumping wildly against her vagina, his hands gripping and kneading her silk-stockinged buttocks, his nails digging deep into her flesh. With a low tearing sound, Xia Ling felt her newly changed 5D champagne-colored stockings already beginning to snag!
"Ugh...no...um..."
A mixture of shame and excitement intensified Xia Ling's sensations. She could feel every inch of her skin burning, each touch bringing an irresistible pleasure.
"Ah...no...slower..." Xia Ling stammered, almost crying, but afraid of being overheard outside. "We'll...we'll be found out..."
The sound of high heels faded into the distance outside the door, accompanied by the receding voices of conversation: "Then let's wait a little longer. President Xia is always very particular about her appearance; let her prepare first."
This brief shock didn't calm Xia Ling down; instead, it made her body even more sensitive. Her vagina tightened again, and vaginal fluid seeped through her panties and stockings, slowly trickling down her thighs.