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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

Public Toilet

Warning!!! Skip this chapter, if you must read, read at your own discretion.

When the woman was done, she straightened her clothes and turned around. Jenna handed her a five-dollar bill and whimpered shamefully, "Thanks for your donation."

With a broad smile, Trisha opened the door and let the next woman in.

Jenna was in a daze. She blinked her eyes as her task became painfully clear. A thirty something year-old brunette was next. She stepped in front of the younger 22 year-old and looked down at her as she pressed in closely.

Jenna couldn't bear to make eye contact with her and stared at the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw the woman's hand reach under her face. She felt the woman's thin finger slip into her nose ring and lift gently.

In a sultry sensitive voice the woman cooed, "Don't worry my little whore, this will only take a second."