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The bedroom was already dark. Thick, heavy curtains blocked out the evening light completely. Only a faint glow from a low night light in the far corner of the room kept the space from total blackness. For a few seconds, I simply lay there, staring up at the high ceiling, trying to remember where I was.

“I can't believe I slept off on my professor's chest.”

My body still ached in places I hadn’t known could ache. My thighs were sore. My ass still felt the deep, lingering stretch from earlier. Every small shift of the sheets reminded me of how thoroughly he had taken me in every corner...