The weeks that followed blurred into a haze of stolen moments and deepening connection. Jordan and I navigated our secret affair carefully—me, the professor; her, the grad student. University halls became charged with glances, brushes of hands, whispered promises. But nights were ours.One Friday, after a particularly long week, she surprised me with a weekend getaway to a secluded cabin in the mountains. The drive was filled with laughter and teasing touches—her hand on my thigh, sliding higher until I was squirming, wet and aching by the time we arrived.The cabin was perfect: wooden beams, a stone fireplace, a king-sized bed overlooking the forest. We barely made it inside before clothes flew off. Jordan pushed me against the door, dropping to her knees right there. Her mouth was voracious, tongue plunging deep inside me while her thumb circled my clit. I came standing up, legs shaking, fingers in her hair.We moved to the rug by the fire. Naked, skin glowing in the firelight, we e
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