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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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Eat Me, Whore!

The three girls smiled devilish smiles as they watched the teacher submit to Trisha's every request.

Trisha then stepped out of her shoe and inserted her toe into the waistband of Jenna's skirt.

Jenna's stomach tightened as the girl's clammy toe came in contact with her skin, just below her bellybutton. She felt the girl press down on her skirt and watched her lean back and stare at her crotch. Jenna could tell she was trying to get a glimpse of her freshly shaven cunt, but the skirt was binding above her ass and wasn't about to go low enough in front. "Please, Trisha, please," whispered a nervous Jenna.

Frustrated that the skirt wasn't able to slide down the way she'd hoped, Trisha grit her teeth and stepped down hard on the waistband snapping the clasp and breaking the zipper. The skirt dropped to Jenna's knees under the force of Trisha's foot.

Jenna gasp, "oh," when she felt the material release.