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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

Defilement

Outside several more girls had stopped playing and began watching. Jane's discomfort grew as more girls caught wind of something happening in the library and opted to check it out as opposed to playing on recess. A small group of six or so had formed a semi-circle and weren't more than ten feet away.

Small beads of sweat formed on Janes' forehead and she wasn't sure if it was from the situation or the sun.

"Oh my," breathed the old nun, "I think this bra was way too small for you deary," she continued as she circled behind the unsuspecting teenager. "See all those lines," she said as she slipped her hands under Jane's armpits and cupped her breasts from behind.

Jane looked down as the nun hefted up her breasts. She was right. There were lines of constraint on them. Funny, it never seemed to bother her before.