The lecture hall had barely emptied when Kabir locked the heavy oak door from the inside. Amber remained seated, thighs slick, her massive breasts heaving under the thin silk blouse, dark nipples leaking steadily into her bra after the silent orgasm she’d had during his dungeon lecture.
He crossed to her, voice dropping to that private, velvet command. “Up, princess. We’re using the passage tonight. Your body is ready for real training.”
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