"You...you've gone too far..." Xia Ling's voice was already choked with sobs, tears welling in her eyes. "There are...people outside...and just like that..."
The woman in the mirror had long lost her usual poise and elegance: her slightly parted red lips were panting, her hazy eyes held an indescribable allure, her delicate makeup was smudged with sweat, and a few strands of hair clung messily to her cheeks and neck. Her stockinged legs trembled uncontrollably, and her high heels made a soft scraping sound on the carpet.
"Five more minutes…" Wang Xiong whispered behind her, his warm breath brushing against her fair back. "Sister Xia, look at yourself in the mirror…"
"No…don't say anymore…" Mom bit her red lips, tears streaming down her face. "Really…really it's going to be too late…ah…" Mom's voice grew weaker and weaker. "No…really…my legs…my legs are too weak to stand…you…you slow down…"
Wang Xiong's voice carried a suppressed gasp: "Sister Xia, I can't slow down, I'm almost there!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his penis thrust hard against Mom's vagina. Even through the stockings and panties, the hard, hot sensation was precisely transmitted into her vagina, causing Mom to scream even louder.
"Ahhhhhhh…"
Wang Xiong's hands clawed wildly at Mom's silk-stockinged buttocks, his nails completely tearing the stockings. The champagne-colored stockings she had just changed into were now tattered. His penis was still rubbing against Mom's silk-stockinged legs, making a rapid, rustling sound!
Wang Xiong suddenly growled, "Sister Xia, I'm coming!"
"No...don't ejaculate on me!"
Xia Ling's voice held a hint of fear, but it stopped abruptly, her whole body trembling violently!
Her fingers scratched wildly at the mirror, leaving marks. Wang Xiong's movements became more forceful, his hands pressing firmly against her stockinged buttocks, his body thrusting back and forth like a pile driver.
"Ah...no...I'm coming..." Xia Ling's voice had completely changed, filled with unprecedented allure, "Slow...slower...really...really can't take it anymore..."
"Sister Xia, look at yourself now..." Wang Xiong's voice grew deeper, his hand sliding upwards along Xia Ling's waistline, "You're so beautiful like this..."
Xia Ling could no longer speak coherently, only letting out broken sobs.
Her head tilted back, revealing her beautiful neckline, sweat slowly sliding down her neck. Her carefully styled hair was completely disheveled, her black hair cascading messily over her shoulders. Taking advantage of the moment, Wang Xiong tiptoed and kissed her smooth, white back, gently nibbling at her sensitive skin.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore..." Xia Ling's voice trembled with tears, "Really...really want to..."
Sensing that Xia Ling was about to climax, Wang Xiong unleashed his last burst of strength, his hands kneading and squeezing Xia Ling's silk-stockinged buttocks until they were almost red and swollen, his penis thrusting forward recklessly.
"I'm coming!"
His glans ejaculated directly onto Xia Ling's stockinged crotch, thick white semen spurting out, all of it smearing Xia Ling's vulva, intimately combining with her constantly flowing love fluid!
"Mmm...I'm...coming too...mmm..."
Xia Ling's body tensed suddenly, then trembled violently. At the same time, a huge gush of vaginal fluid gushed out of her vulva with a splashing sound, soaking her panties and stockings, even leaving deep and shallow marks on her long, beautiful legs!
Xia Ling's red lips parted slightly, letting out a barely audible sob, tears finally sliding down her cheeks.
"Don't cry, sweetie..." Wang Xiong tiptoed, reaching forward to wipe away her tears, his hand gently stroking her smooth back. "Sister Xia, you're so beautiful..."
In the afterglow of her climax, Xia Ling almost collapsed onto the dressing table, her legs still trembling. Her breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving. Wang Xiong gently supported her waist to prevent her from slipping. Her high heels were askew on the carpet, her stockings slightly disheveled.
"Let me hold you..."
Wang Xiong pressed close behind her, his penis still between her legs, his arms encircling her slender waist.
Xia Ling leaned against him, still trembling slightly. She could feel her heart pounding, every inch of her skin burning. Wang Xiong's hand gently caressed her lower abdomen, while his other hand tenderly kneaded her silk-stockinged buttocks, prolonging the exquisite afterglow.
"Mmm...no..." Mother's voice still carried a hint of seduction, but she no longer had the strength to push him away, "No...don't..."
Wang Xiong's lips lingered on her smooth back, his tongue lightly licking her sexy shoulder blades. Mother tilted her head back, letting out a soft moan, her snow-white neck tracing a graceful arc, her disheveled hair fluttering in the air.
Her hands rested weakly on Wang Xiong's arm, a gesture that seemed both a rejection and a response.
"Look in the mirror..." Wang Xiong whispered behind her.
Mother slightly opened her hazy eyes, seeing her seductive reflection in the mirror, she immediately closed her eyes in shame, yet Wang Xiong's actions caused her to tremble again: "No..."
Just then, the sound of high heels echoed in the corridor.
Mom jolted awake, instantly snapping out of her lingering reverie.
"How...how much time is left?" Mom's voice was frantic. "Quick...quick, help me get ready..."
She hurriedly tried to straighten up, but felt a sticky residue between her legs.
Wang Xiong had torn her stockings, and her crotch was smeared with thick, sticky white semen. The semen, mixed with the vaginal fluid, slowly trickled down her inner thighs...
Mom blushed, looking at Wang Xiong helplessly. "What do I do...how...how can I go out like this..."
"Don't worry, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong said, pulling out some tissues and gently wiping her crotch and stockinged legs. "Anyway, the skirt covers it, no one will notice, hehe..."
Mom trembled as she straightened her disheveled champagne-colored evening gown, smoothing out the wrinkles again and again.
She could feel the wetness between her legs; with every movement, liquid slid down her thighs. Wang Xiong knelt beside her, carefully wiping her legs with gentle, meticulous movements.
"You…you shouldn't do this…"
Xia Ling looked down at Wang Xiong's posture, her face flushing even more. "I shouldn't have let you…"
After wiping her legs, Wang Xiong checked the champagne-colored stockings covering her beautiful legs for any damage. Although the buttocks area was torn, and there were still some marks on the inner thighs, it was not noticeable under the hem of her skirt.