Mother leaned against the dressing table, her high heels accentuating her graceful figure. In the mirror, her champagne-colored evening gown perfectly outlined her elegant curves, the backless design highlighting her snow-white skin. Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips.
"Sister Xia, you're so beautiful."
Wang Xiong's voice was deep and husky. He pressed his body against her back, his hands around her waist, slowly climbing up her flat stomach.
"No…don't do this…"
Mother tried to break free, but Wang Xiong held her tightly.
She could see her slightly flushed cheeks in the mirror, and Wang Xiong's burning gaze behind her. A faint scent of perfume filled the air, making the moment even more hazy.
"No…no time, I have to go." Mother's voice was barely audible.
Wang Xiong pressed his face against Xia Ling's back, his hands already reaching her chest, grasping her breasts one on each side through the delicate fabric of her champagne-colored evening gown.
"There's still time, there's still time."
Wang Xiong gradually increased the pressure of his hands, his fingertips kneading Xia Ling's breasts. "Sister Xia, don't you think this... is exciting?"
"Who... who would find it exciting?"
Xia Ling immediately retorted, her voice becoming even lighter, "Let go of me, there are many people outside."
"How can I..."
A smile curled at the corner of Wang Xiong's lips, his lower body pressed tightly against Xia Ling's buttocks through his pants, his body twisting back and forth, his penis rubbing against Xia Ling's taut, beautiful buttocks.
"No... don't..."
Even through several layers of clothing, Xia Ling could feel the hardness and burning heat of his thick penis.
Her breathing quickened, her body twisting slightly, trying to break free from Wang Xiong. The more Mom struggled, the tighter Wang Xiong's arms tightened. His hands reached forward, kneading her full breasts, while his penis, through his pants, thrust forward forcefully.
"Mmm..."
With a soft moan from Mom, her body trembled again. A light sheen of sweat appeared on her smooth, white back. Her elegant champagne-colored evening gown creased further, and her legs, encased in champagne-colored stockings, bent slightly. Her small feet trembled gently in her high heels; the 10cm stilettos seemed barely able to support her tall figure.
"Sister Xia, you're so beautiful…" Wang Xiong said, one hand grasping Xia Ling's breast, the other swiftly pulling down his pants, revealing his thick, dark penis. "I can't hold back, Sister Xia, it'll be quick…"
Feeling Wang Xiong's movements behind her, Xia Ling turned slightly, seeing his youthful face filled with desire, his pants hanging on his legs, his penis thick and serpentine, the purplish-red glans particularly menacing. Xia Ling couldn't help but gasp.
"Mmm…you…" Xia Ling suppressed her breath, her legs growing weaker. "Does it have to be here?"
"There's still time…" Wang Xiong's breathing quickened, his voice carrying a seductive glint. "Anyway, it's not like I'm going to penetrate you. As long as I don't go inside, it's not considered losing your chastity, right?"
"Ugh…" Xia Ling's red lips tightened even more. She looked at her burning cheeks in the mirror, and at Wang Xiong pressed tightly against her back. Her body twisted slightly, her stockinged legs rubbing back and forth, her fingertips tightening on the edge of the dressing table. Finally, Mom gave in, her voice slightly breathless: "Then...then hurry up!"
"Okay!"
Wang Xiong chuckled, his movements swift and decisive. He quickly lifted the layers of Mom's flowing fishtail skirt until her thighs, encased in champagne-colored stockings, were exposed. Wang Xiong's penis then advanced further, first pressing against Mom's thigh, then sliding inwards. The purplish-red glans quickly found its place, pressing against Mom's vulva through the high-end champagne-colored stockings!
"Mmm...!"
The moment the glans touched her, Mom's sensitive vulva tightened instantly. She arched her neck and let out a soft cry, her eyes darting around, her expression instantly becoming hazy. Her red lips parted slightly, and a faint moan escaped her lips!
"How's it going, Sister Xia..." Wang Xiong said in a low voice, "Feeling it?"
Mom's legs instinctively tightened, giving Wang Xiong a better feeling of being enveloped. His penis gently touched the delicate texture of her silk-stockinged legs, and Wang Xiong couldn't help but groan softly, "Ugh...oh...oh..."
Wang Xiong used one hand to grab and knead Xia Ling's breasts through the fabric of her evening gown, while the other hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her stockinged buttocks. At the same time, his penis thrust forward forcefully, the glans rubbing against Xia Ling's vulva little by little through the champagne-colored stockings and panties.
He asked excitedly, "Why aren't you saying anything, Sister Xia? Feeling it?"
"Hmm...no...no."
Mom's slender fingers gripped the edge of the dressing table tightly. Her eyelids were lowered, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips parted slightly, uttering sweet, intermittent moans.
"Wang...Wang Xiong...don't do this..."
Mom's small feet, clad in stockings and wearing champagne-colored high heels, swayed involuntarily with her trembling body. Her toes, encased in stockings, tapped involuntarily, her slender legs pressed tightly together. The silky touch made her increasingly aroused.
"So...so itchy..."
Accompanied by Mom's soft moans, Wang Xiong's movements became more forceful. His hand, which had been kneading her breasts, no longer confined itself to the fabric of her evening gown, but slipped inside the back of her bra, making intimate contact with Mom's tender, firm breasts!
"Ugh...no...the dress...it's going to tear..."
Mom continued to moan, the hem of her disheveled evening gown swaying gently with her struggles. The sound of her stockings rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet dressing room. Her flushed cheeks were reflected in the mirror, her delicate makeup beginning to smudge slightly.
"Gently...I...I can't stand up..."
Mom tried to adjust her position, but her body was limp. Wang Xiong was kneading her breasts, and her stockinged thighs trembled slightly. Her elegant CEO image completely crumbled at this moment.
"Sister Xia, mmm...you smell so good."
Wang Xiong said, his penis penetrating deeper through the stockings. He used both hands, one to knead Mom's breasts, the other to caress and knead her buttocks through the stockings.