Wang Xiong ejaculated more and more, the white fluid continuously shooting onto Xia Ling's feet. It gathered on her feet, and with the friction of her silk-clad feet, the semen grew thicker and thicker, eventually sliding down the beautiful curves of her feet and dripping onto the carpet, forming patches of semen.
"Mmm..." Wang Xiong let out another long breath; ejaculation was finally over. "That's enough."
His still somewhat childish face was flushed with excitement, and he leaned back in his chair, his body tingling, seemingly savoring the afterglow of ejaculation.
Sitting at the desk, Mom's body was limp, panting heavily. If she hadn't used her last bit of strength to brace herself on the desk, she probably would have already…
"Mmm…"
Mom placed her semen-soaked stockings on Wang Xiong's lap, breathing softly through her nose, her eyes slightly narrowed. The stockings covering her jade-like feet were completely soaked, clinging to her burning skin, and a ticklish sensation emanated from the soles of her feet. Every subtle sensation from the semen was amplified infinitely.
"So beautiful… Sister Xia's semen-soaked stockings…"
Wang Xiong's voice still trembled slightly from ejaculation, but he still managed to pull out his phone, pointing the camera at his lap, at Xia Ling's two small, semen-covered stockings.
*Click—*
The crisp sound of the camera shutter ripped through the air of the office like lightning. Mom's beautiful eyes snapped open, her voice trembling slightly: "What...what are you doing?"
Wang Xiong chuckled, looking up at Mom sitting on the table: "Just recording something, Sister Xia."
"No...don't take a picture..."
Mom trembled slightly, trying to catch her breath. But looking at her two stockinged feet covered in semen, and then at Wang Xiong's dark, erect penis, her heart pounded wildly, and her voice lacked any confidence.
"Too late, Sister Xia, I've already photographed your semen-covered stockinged feet!"
A smug smile appeared on Wang Xiong's lips, while Mom took a deep breath, suppressing her inner turmoil, her voice regaining its usual calm.
"Don't mention today's events to anyone..."
However, Wang Xiong shook his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "How can I? I was thinking of showing off at school, otherwise how will people believe I've won over the high and mighty CEO Lingya? They'll think I'm just bragging!"
"You...!"
Xia Ling's expression turned cold. She wanted to say something to intimidate him, but at this moment, her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, her stockings were covered in semen, and her underwear was soaked with vaginal fluid. She couldn't muster any semblance of a CEO's authority.
So Mom changed the subject, saying, "Remember what you promised..."
"Don't worry, Sister Xia..." Wang Xiong leaned forward slightly in his office chair, intending to reach for Mom's silk-stockinged feet, but seeing the wet, semen-stained skin, he gave up and instead placed his hand on her calves, stroking them back and forth, saying, "I'll arrange it in a bit. The venue won't raise the price, and no department will cause you any trouble. The press conference will proceed as planned..."
"Okay." Mom could only nod, then said coldly, "Alright, you can leave now."
Mom tried to get off the desk, but her legs were weak from the intense friction of his penis. Her long, shapely legs in silk stockings had been completely defiled by Wang Xiong; the warm semen on her stockinged feet continued to stimulate her body through her soles.
Wang Xiong leaned back in his office chair casually, smiling, and said, "Sister Xia, how about... I help you?"
He stood up and offered Mom his hand.
Seeing Wang Xiong's filthy school uniform upper body, bare thighs, and dark penis, Xia Ling instinctively showed disgust. However, at this moment, she seemed to have no other choice.
"Hmm."
She stretched out her slender, white hand and gently grasped Wang Xiong's fingertips. Then, she slowly moved to the edge of the desk, her beautiful legs outstretched, her semen-stained toes pointing towards the ground…
"Sister Xia, the shoes."
Wang Xiong was exceptionally considerate, taking Xia Ling's 10cm nude stilettos and placing them on the floor. His eyes seemed to hold anticipation, eager to see Xia Ling's semen-stained feet step into the high heels.
Xia Ling hesitated, looking at her silk-stockinged feet, then at the expensive shoes, finally fixing her gaze on Wang Xiong's lewd, ugly, yet slightly excited face.
"Sister Xia, put them on. What are you looking at me for?" Wang Xiong urged, his voice carrying a frivolous laugh.
"..."
Mom bit her red lips, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She took a deep breath, her long, shapely legs in stockings extending slightly forward, her toes, still wet with semen, gently slipping into her high heels.
The moment the slippery, sticky stockings touched the cool inside of the shoe, a strange sensation spread from her feet throughout her body. Suppressing her inner turmoil, she slowly pressed her entire foot into the shoe.
The semen rubbed and squeezed between the stockings and the shoe sole, making a soft "gurgling" sound. This familiar, sticky sensation instantly evoked the absurd memories of her time in the underground parking lot, and her beautiful feet trembled slightly.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped her lips uncontrollably. She quickly bit her lip, pretending to be nonchalant as she slipped her other foot into the high heel, then elegantly adjusted her pencil skirt and stood on the ground in her heels.
The 10cm heels made Mom's already slender figure appear even more imposing. Although a slight blush lingered on her face, the moment she stepped into the heels, the aura of the Lingya Group's female CEO instantly returned.
She looked down at Wang Xiong, the boy's short stature barely reaching her chest.
This stark height difference seemed to diminish Wang Xiong's arrogance somewhat. The tall, powerful female CEO and the short, scrawny high school student—this absurd pairing was once again embodied in Mom's office, creating a rather ironic scene.
"Alright, you can leave now."
Mom slightly raised her chin; at this moment, she seemed to have finally regained control.
"You're kicking me out already, Sister Xia?"
Wang Xiong smiled, lazily pulling up his trousers, looking up at Mom, his gaze lingering on her noble face.
After the oral and footjob, Mom's delicate cream-colored silk blouse was soaked with sweat, faintly outlining the light-colored lace bra beneath. Her pencil skirt was slightly wrinkled, and her stockinged legs, needless to say, were covered in semen. Her silk-stockinged feet, pressed against her high heels, oozed a trickle of semen.
"Is there anything else?"
Mom maintained her composure, her slender fingers gently tousling her disheveled hair.
"Of course there is."
Wang Xiong looked up at Mom, taking a step closer.
Although he was much shorter than her, he exuded an uncomfortable pressure. He reached out and touched her stockinged thigh, rubbing it back and forth through the delicate 30D stockings.
"How's Xia Jie's decision regarding the personal assistant? When will it be arranged?"
Mom frowned slightly, instinctively taking a step back. However, her shapely, peach-like buttocks quickly bumped against the edge of the desk. With nowhere to retreat, she could only face Wang Xiong, enduring his dirty hands constantly caressing her shapely, silk-stockinged legs.
"A personal assistant? Impossible."
"Why not?"
A flash of displeasure crossed Wang Xiong's face. His fingertips pinched the stockings on Mom's thigh, then instantly released them. The stockings snapped back against Mom's delicate skin with a chilling sound.
"Look at yourself," Xia Ling's eyes swept over his dirty, wrinkled school uniform. "A high school student who's underage, ugly, short, and dressed so sloppily—how can someone like that be my personal assistant? Besides…"
Xia Ling's gaze swept over his slightly immature face: "You're the same age as Xiaowei. What kind of image do you have around me?"
Xia Ling's blunt words instantly darkened Wang Xiong's face.
Underage, ugly, short, sloppy…it has to be said, Xia Ling's description of Wang Xiong was remarkably accurate.
Wang Xiong's dirty hand, pressed tightly against Xia Ling's silk stockings, increased its pressure, his rough palm stroking and kneading her expensive stockings: "Sister Xia, have you forgotten about Zhang Ming? And Susan…"
Xia Ling took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger. She could feel Wang Xiong's rough fingertips roaming freely over her thigh; that familiar sense of humiliation returned.
"Well then," Mom adopted a professional tone, like she was in a business negotiation, "I see you really like stockings. Since you're so interested in them, why don't you try the marketing center? There's a boutique sales department under the marketing center; I think you'd be perfect for that."