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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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116 Chs

Playing the Long Game

We had to wait for a wrecker to tow the car, and I used every second to my advantage. Donna, still playing the role of disappointed mother, kept her distance. Her eyes, though, told a different story - a mix of concern, curiosity, and something darker, more primal.

Eric, ever the knight in shining armor, couldn't help but offer comfort. I made sure to lean into him, my body language a perfect blend of vulnerability and nascent sexuality. We even held hands for a bit as he talked about my future, his fingers warm against mine.

"You have so much potential, Erica," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I know things seem confusing now, but you have a bright future ahead of you."

I gazed up at him, making my eyes wide and adoring. "Do you really think so, Mr. Jacobson?"