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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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Swallow It Slut!

{Author's Note: Warning!!! Skip this chapter. If you must read, read at your own discretion. It contains urination. Friendly advice.}

Jenna was in a daze. Her eyes were glossed over and she had retreated into her own mind. Over and over she replayed the events of the past year and she was nothing short of stunned.

As she bounced along the street behind a giddy Trisha, who was reveling in humiliating her personal slut at every opportunity by introducing her to shopkeepers and customers alike and making Jenna say 'Hi, I'm Jenna, the lesbian whore', over and over again, Jenna was almost oblivious to her surroundings. The warm afternoon sun was starting to cool as it slowly set in the west and long shadows stretched across the vacating store-lined street.