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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

Ass Fucked

This was an interesting turn of events. I'm on the receiving end of Donna's dominance and felt the part of me that was nerdy, loser Eric start to takeover. Of course he would feel this way around such a hot, sexy, and nearly naked woman as Donna.

He'd only ever be her plaything, never her equal. Remembering that, Erica took hold and brushed Eric away. In the back of my mind, I knew that my mother would never truly hurt the daughter she loved...really the only person in the world she truly loved and that this was another of her object lessons. I needed to listen and learn from her and so I did as requested (ordered really, but let's not quibble, okay?).

I looked at my mother straight in the eye as I slid the damp, satiny panties over my thighs and all the way off. Bending down, I retrieved the garment from the floor and handed it to her.