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WIth each of Lao Zi’s lick, came a flash of a familiar face in her mind. It was of a woman, long-haired, powerful eyes, soft features.

With each of Lao Zi’s suck, her fingers worked on his shaft, gliding with savage force, her fingernails almost cutting him.

WIthout control, she felt her wetness swelling. She had to put all of her focus into controlling her juices.

She was projecting her image of that strong woman at him. She was no longer Clara, but Clara / Queen, and all men her subjects. She felt Lao Zi’s suction get harder, he was starting to nibble her with his teeth. The pain was mixed with waves of pleasure, and she was shuddering under it.

Her palm had tightened its hold on the head of Lao Zi’s penis and was moving at great speed now. Her rhythm was immaculately following the throbbing of his heart beat, and at each peak, her finger tips brush against the head in waves of varying strength, and she felt his defences shattering at each stroke.

The throbbing of their hearts started to match.

Dub dub .

His penis was started to spasm now, and she knew she was closer than she had ever been.

Dub dub.

WIth her free hand, she pushed Lao Zi’s head to her breast, her fingernails digging into her hair, and she felt his need grow.

Dub dub.

Time stopped.

Dub dub.

She saw a white light, and a flash of powerful eyes turning soft.

Dub dub.

She felt soft skin of a jasmine fragrance, and warmth, such warmth.

Dub dub.

Soft moonlight on flawless skin, and moans of pleasure of sin.

Dub dub.

In her mind's eye, Clara / Queen looked at herself in the mirror? And a familiar, yet different face looked back.

With a sudden jerk, Lao Zi pushed Clara back, and shouted, “Enough!” Clara was shocked by the emotional outburst almost as much as the physical one. Lao Zi had always been an immaculate pool of calm, so any display of raw emotions came as a surprise to her.

She noticed his penis was still throbbing, and a hint of precum was hanging at the tip of its head. Lao Zi was panting, beads of sweat dripping all over his naked frame. She became aware of her own exertion too. She was drenched with sweat herself.

What came as an even greater surprise was, she noticed, a hint of red eyes behind hidden tears as Lao Zi turned away.

“The money is on the table by the door. Take it,” Lao Zi said.

“Are you ok?”

“Go.”

“But …” she said.

“Go,” his reply came soft and weak.

Without an additional word, she picked up the money and left. She watched the time, it was already 1.25pm. Unanswered questions aside, she knew that this session was done.

(to be continued ...)