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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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Proper Dinner

As she came down from the high of her orgasm, I moved from between her legs to lay on her body and began to kiss her allowing her to taste herself on my lips. So deep into our kiss, I almost missed the telltale squeak of the top step.

"Oh shit...get dressed...my mother's coming up the stairs!" I hissed at Gracie.

THAT certainly got her attention quickly! She popped up off of the bed in a flash and started to untangle her clothes from mine and scooted into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the 'tick' of the lock as she closed the bathroom door.

My mother knocked loudly and said through the closed door, "Is everything okay in there? It sounded like someone got hurt or something!"

I'd gotten my pink t-shirt on and my yoga pants halfway up as I replied, primarily for Grace's benefit, "Nope...everything's fine mom."

Opening the door quietly, I winked at Donna and whispered: "Oh my god! she cums, like, in buckets!"