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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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117 Chs

Dismantled

Sister Ann closed her eyes and held on tightly to the arms of her chair. She was doing her best fight the feelings her new young teacher was giving her. She felt her butt warming up and small droplets of sweat forming around her butt cheeks on the leather chair. This poor girl certainly didn't have any idea what she was doing to her. She shivered when she felt Ms. Tarp's mouth on her shin as she fastidiously tugged and pulled at her laces. She didn't even realize it when she unintentionally let a slight moan escape, "oohhh."

Sister Ann knew she had to put a stop to it. She couldn't let Ms. Tarp continue untying her shoe. The electricity it shot up her leg caused her vagina to spasm uncontrollably. It was not her place to have such feelings. She was the Head Mistress and it was her responsibility to instill discipline and maintain order. She was not allowed these feelings.