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The final bell had long since faded into memory, leaving the classroom bathed in the deep, honeyed light of a setting sun that painted long shadows across the forgotten desks. Her colleague’s breath was a warm whisper agat the shell of her ear, a promise that made her shiver as clever fingers traced the line of her jaw. The scent of chalk dust and fading perfume mingled into an intoxicating fragrance that belonged only to this secret world they were creating. A single button gave way, then another, until the crisp cotton of her blouse fell open to reveal the soft, yielding skin beneath. A low, throaty murmur of approval was her only reward before a mouth found the frantic pulse at the base of her throat, tasting of salt and desire. The world outside the large windows ceased to exist as a hand slid slowly down the curve of her spine, pressing their bodies together in a perfect, aching alignment. Every touch was a lesson in a new, unspoken language, a slow exploration that mapped the hidden geography of pleasure. The rustle of clothing, the soft catch of a breath, the creak of an old wooden desk bearing their shared weight—these were the only sounds in the sanctum they had claimed. In the quiet aftermath, tangled together in the gathering dusk, there was only the profound understanding of a connection that transcended the mundane hours of the day.
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