"Hehe, couldn't hold on any longer, Sister Xia?"
Wang Xiong sat in his office chair, and with amusement, reached out and lifted Xia Ling's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Xia Ling, however, seemed to have all her strength drained away. Her face was covered in sweat, her eyes were cloudy, and she knelt weakly on the carpet.
Her hands slowly slid down from Wang Xiong's legs, hanging limply at her sides. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and fine blue veins were faintly visible on the backs of her pale hands, clearly indicating that prolonged exertion had left her arms nearly numb.
Her shoulders were still rising and falling slightly, and gasps escaped from her slightly parted lips, carrying an undisguised exhaustion and weakness.
"Say something, Sister Xia. Aren't you a female CEO? You're so tired you can't even say a word?"
Wang Xiong lifted her chin, and as she looked up at him, her entire being displayed a rare weakness and helplessness. Her thin clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging to her skin. With each breath, her collarbone rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of her breathing, and faint traces of sweat could be seen on the skin between her collarbones.
Seeing that Xia Ling still didn't speak, Wang Xiong continued, "No matter what, you're going to get me to ejaculate today, aren't you? Or are you saying that a high and mighty beautiful young woman like you can't even handle a child like me? I haven't even used my full strength yet!"
Xia Ling's brows furrowed slightly, and in her weak expression, there was an indescribable beauty.
"Let me rest for a bit... later..."
"Okay, Sister Xia, rest now. When you're rested enough, sit on me and use your stockinged feet, hehe."
Wang Xiong patted the desk, his eyes brimming with undisguised smugness, seemingly already fantasizing about Xia Ling giving him a footjob.
However, Xia Ling tilted her head back, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes pleading as she looked at Wang Xiong, saying, "No... let's use my mouth..."
"How can that be?" Wang Xiong immediately shook his head, his tone laced with threat, "To tell you the truth, Sister Xia, I came here today specifically for your stockinged feet. Even if you gave me oral sex just now, you're not getting away today."
Upon hearing Wang Xiong's words, despair instantly surfaced in Xia Ling's weary eyes.
She mustered the last of her strength and said to Wang Xiong, "If I use my feet... then you... have to guarantee the press conference this weekend..."
"Don't worry, don't worry," Wang Xiong chuckled, his legs spread wide, his enormous penis throbbing restlessly between his thighs. "I'll arrange it in a bit. The venue won't raise the price, and the fire department won't bother you."
Having received Wang Xiong's reply, Xia Ling seemed to feel she had won back some ground. Her shapely legs, encased in stockings, rubbed nervously against the floor, the fine silk threads rustling softly. She had finally accepted the outcome.
"Then let's get started. Time waits for no one. If we dawdle any longer, it'll be dark."
Wang Xiong turned his office chair around to face his desk and patted it.
Xia Ling, kneeling on the floor, slowly rose, her face etched with exhaustion. Having knelt for so long, her long, shapely legs, clad in stockings, swayed slightly as she stood. Finally, she had to use her hands to steady herself on the desk, her stockinged feet in nude 10cm heels, before she could stand again.
"Sit down," Wang Xiong commanded, patting the desk.
Seeing Wang Xiong's thick, long, black penis, a flush rose to Xia Ling's face. Her stockinged legs tightened nervously, and she said weakly, "Brother Xiong… can we… talk some more…?"
"What are you dawdling for, Sister Xia? Show your decisive, CEO-like style! Hurry up!"
Wang Xiong frowned, speaking impatiently.
Seeing his attitude, Mom knew she had no way out. She slowly turned her body, her rounded buttocks sculpted into a beautiful curve by her pencil skirt. Then, she tiptoed, sat on the desk, and slowly moved her body further in…
"Oh my… this is wonderful, this desk was made for this moment!"
Wang Xiong couldn't help but rub his hands together, and Mom finally sat in the center of the desk, her legs still tightly closed, with a girlish shyness.
"Give it to me!"
Wang Xiong's movements were bold and sweeping. He grabbed Mom's ankles and forced her beautiful, high-heeled feet onto his thighs, looking up at Mom sitting on the desk: "I wanted to do this in the parking lot, but the office is more exciting, don't you think?"
Seeing Wang Xiong's gaze, a faint blush immediately rose to Mom's cheeks. She quickly turned her head to one side, strands of hair, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, falling across her face, obscuring the subtle expression in her eyes.
At this moment, Wang Xiong had already grasped Xia Ling's slender ankle, encased in stockings, with one hand, while his other hand rested on her 10cm nude high heels, his fingertips applying slight pressure.
"Mmm... these high heels are so beautiful... and these beautiful feet in stockings..."
Wang Xiong deliberately paused, slightly raising his head to observe Xia Ling sitting at the desk, carefully watching her expression.
Xia Ling's exquisite face remained slightly turned away, seemingly deliberately avoiding Wang Xiong's gaze, yet a blush had subtly crept onto the tips of her ears, betraying her inner shyness and unease.
Although her high-heeled feet were already resting on Wang Xiong's thighs, she still kept her long, shapely legs slightly together, her thighs rubbing together nervously. The thin 30D nude stockings shimmered softly in the light, outlining the smooth lines of her long, beautiful legs.
Wang Xiong naturally noticed Xia Ling's reaction. He didn't rush to take off his shoes, but leaned back in his office chair, looked up at Xia Ling, and asked with interest, "Sister Xia, what are you nervous about?"
"Who...who's nervous?"
Xia Ling still wouldn't look at Wang Xiong's face. However, the sight of the elegant female CEO sitting on his desk, stretching out her legs and offering her shapely feet in stockings, was still too humiliating for her.
On Wang Xiong's lap, Xia Ling's feet, encased in stockings, trembled slightly inside her high heels. The toes wobbled slightly, as if struggling to escape, yet having nowhere to go.
"Oh? Is that so? Sister Xia, you're so concerned about your stockinged feet, there must be a story behind it..."
After saying this, Wang Xiong lowered his head, supporting Xia Ling's ankle with one hand, while the other hand slowly caressed the instep of her stockinged foot peeking out from inside her high heels.
His dirty hand reached out, his fingertips lightly tracing the instep. In that instant, the smooth, soft feel of the stockings washed over him, like touching a layer of fine silk, or stroking a warm, moist surface.
Xia Ling's slender, soft feet trembled slightly at Wang Xiong's touch, as if trying to pull back, but Wang Xiong firmly grasped them.
"Don't rush, Sister Xia, hehe..."
Wang Xiong chuckled again, but his laughter trembled slightly. Clearly, touching Xia Ling's beautiful, stockinged feet at such close range had given him quite a shock.
With one hand holding Xia Ling's stockinged ankle, he gently grasped the heel of her high heel with the other, slowly peeling the shoe off her foot.
The moment the shoes slipped off, her beautiful feet, encased in stockings, were fully revealed. Her insteps were elegantly curved, their lines smooth, the arches deep and alluring. Through the thin 30D stockings, the fair, delicate skin beneath was faintly visible.
Light streamed into the office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, also falling on her feet. The sheen of the stockings became even more pronounced, as if veiling her feet in a hazy mist. Her toes, tightly encased in the stockings, were rounded and delicate, their five toes slightly curled, appearing both shy and fragile.
Seeing Wang Xiong gently cradling her stockinged heels in his hand, her chest began to rise and fall slightly with her breath, and her breaths became increasingly rapid…