Mother knelt on the floor, her knees sinking into the soft carpet. With each thrust, her cherry-like lips were stretched wider by Wang Xiong's penis, turning slightly pale and almost translucent with a tenderness.
Mother's snow-white cheeks flushed even more, like peach blossoms blooming in early spring. Fine beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, shimmering in the light. A few damp strands clung to her neck, adding a touch of disheveled yet captivating charm.
"Mmm...uh...uh..."
Mother's intermittent moans escaped her lips, her voice filled with suppressed gasps and humiliated cries. The sounds echoed through the office, finally reaching my ears through the crack in the door, intensifying the pain in my heart.
Xia Ling's proud head was now completely buried between Wang Xiong's legs, her mouth filled with his penis, her forehead almost touching his sweaty, thin pubic bone. The protruding bone hurt her forehead, yet she had to endure the discomfort and give him oral sex.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Xia Ling's oral sex became increasingly skilled. Her neck extended with each movement, her body arching slightly with each forward thrust, her slender waist rising and falling with each breath, her soft breasts rubbing against Wang Xiong's inner thighs, making him groan with pleasure.
"As expected of Sister Xia...amazing...I knew you were smart. You haven't been with a man for over ten years, and you've already found that feeling again, haven't you?"
Wang Xiong chuckled, looking down at Xia Ling kneeling before him, his eyes filled with amusement.
"Mmm..."
Xia Ling continued swallowing, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Wang Xiong when he looked over, as if only in this way could she preserve a shred of dignity.
"Hehe, not saying anything? It's alright, let's continue!"
Wang Xiong leaned back, legs spread, continuing to enjoy Xia Ling's oral sex.
In the office, Xia Ling's oral sex on the floor continued, her knees, covered in thin stockings, rubbing against the floor with each movement, making a soft "rustling" sound. The sound was faint yet clear, seemingly amplifying the humiliation before her, making the surrounding atmosphere even more oppressive.
"Mmm...uh...uh..."
The air in the entire office seemed to freeze, only Xia Ling's continued swallowing and panting continued. At this moment, she seemed to be engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Wang Xiong's penis; either Wang Xiong would give in and ejaculate, surrendering; or Xia Ling's mouth would ache, and she would be defeated.
Gradually, Mom's usually sharp and calm eyes became hazy with exhaustion and lack of oxygen, losing their former radiance as a female CEO. In their place was a complex mix of emotions—humiliation, helplessness, anxiety, and even a stubborn persistence.
"Ah... Sister Xia, your little mouth is quite comfortable, but... you still need to practice."
Wang Xiong leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly boasting to Mom about his stamina.
But Mom seemed not to hear him, burying her head between his legs, her mouth constantly swallowing and releasing his dark, foul-smelling penis. It seemed that as long as Wang Xiong ejaculated, her nightmare would end, and everything would return to normal.
However, as time passed, Mom's movements became increasingly sluggish. Her once supple and strong neck began to tremble slightly, each forward movement becoming more strenuous. Her hands rested on Wang Xiong's legs, her slender fingers tightly gripping his thighs, her knuckles slightly white, as if she were using all her strength to support herself. Sweat dripped down her chin, hitting the carpet and quickly seeping in.
"What's wrong, Sister Xia? If it's really not working, try using your stockinged feet. Stockinged feet feel better, hehe!"
Wang Xiong squinted, his tone as flippant as ever. Hearing this, Mom, as if to prove herself or protect her stockinged feet, mustered her last bit of strength to continue her oral sex.
"Mmm...uh...uh..."
Her breathing became more rapid, her chest heaving. Her silk shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her delicate skin and outlining her slender figure. With each breath, her lips trembled slightly, a thin sheen of moisture appearing on them, making her look even more fragile. Mom's cheeks were no longer just rosy, but unnaturally flushed, with fine blood vessels visible spreading across her fair skin.
"Sister Xia, give it your all! To be honest, I'm already feeling it, but I'm still a ways from ejaculating."
Wang Xiong's laughter grew increasingly unrestrained. He was merely sitting in the chair, not even deliberately thrusting his penis to increase the intensity for Xia Ling. Xia Ling was already struggling to hold on, and this disheveled state only fueled Wang Xiong's smugness.
"Mmm…mmm…"
Xia Ling's swallowing rhythm became increasingly erratic, the rubbing of her knees against the carpet becoming more frequent. Her beautiful legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, trembled slightly, the stockings at the knees showing faint frayed edges from the carpet. Her beautiful feet, clad in nude high heels, also trembled slightly, and even the veins on the insteps seemed to be slightly visible.
"Sister Xia, forget it, use your feet, use your feet…"
Xia Ling ignored Wang Xiong's urging and provocation, continuing to kneel and prostrate herself before him, swallowing and sucking.
Her head continued to penetrate between Wang Xiong's legs, the hair at the back of her neck completely soaked, a few sweaty strands clinging to her neck and collarbone, swaying gently with her movements. Her previously dazed eyes were now almost closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were struggling to muster her last strength. Her lips were slightly pale from the prolonged movements, but they remained tightly gripping Wang Xiong's penis, without the slightest loosening.
"Mmm...uh...uh..."
As Xia Ling continued to swallow, at this moment, her body slightly recoiled, and Wang Xiong's dark purple glans slid from her delicate lips. It seemed that Xia Ling had finally reached her limit.
"Hey, that's right, Sister Xia, can't take it anymore? Come on, next up, stockings foot fetish!"
Wang Xiong had barely finished speaking when he saw Xia Ling, kneeling on the ground, look up at him, saying nothing, only a hint of stubbornness appearing in her eyes. After a brief pause, her body leaned forward again.
"Mmm..."
Mom took Wang Xiong's penis into her mouth again.
"Still not giving up?"
Wang Xiong raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. Mom's reaction only fueled his interest.
She took Wang Xiong's penis into her mouth again; the thick, long shaft almost filled her entire mouth, the huge glans nearly touching her throat. But Mom had no choice but to continue swallowing and releasing.
As her neck moved back and forth, this uncomfortable oral sex made her body strain even more. Her shoulders heaved with each breath, the lines of her back taut and defined.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Although her swallowing and releasing movements were no longer fluid, she gritted her teeth and persevered, as if she were not only battling Wang Xiong's penis, but also fighting against her own limits.
The air in the office grew increasingly heavy, only Mom's low breathing and the rustling of her knees against the carpet echoing in the room. The scent of sweat mingled with the soft rustling of the carpet. Mom's figure swayed slightly beneath Wang Xiong, like a slender willow branch swaying in the wind, yet she didn't collapse.
"Sister Xia, are you still going to keep going? Is your mouth sore? Are you tired?"
Wang Xiong chuckled. The sensation on his penis clearly indicated that Mom's earlier actions were merely her last act of defiance; she truly couldn't hold on any longer.
"Ugh...ugh...mmm..."
Mom, clinging to her last ounce of strength, sucked and swallowed his large penis with renewed vigor, but Wang Xiong remained unmoved. His penis was rock hard, like steel bars, leaving marks on Mom's face, yet he showed no sign of ejaculating.
"Can't take it anymore, Sister Xia? Forget it, forget it, let's just use your stockinged feet. Your stockinged feet are the best..."
Wang Xiong sat in the chair, leaning forward, head down, a mocking look on Xia Ling's face as she watched her current state of exhaustion.
"Ten seconds..."
"Nine seconds..."
Wang Xiong began the countdown.
"Eight seconds..."
"Seven seconds..."
"Six..."
"Five...!"
Finally, when Wang Xiong said "five," Mom finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her mouth stopped moving, her neck slowly recoiled, and the thick, long penis slid out of her mouth. The hard glans lightly brushed against her moist red lips. A moment later, Mom knelt on the ground, her face contorted in defeat, while Wang Xiong's penis remained proudly erect, the glans a dark purple, as if silently mocking Mom's pride.