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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+
分數不夠
117 Chs

Power

Being so helpless made Jenna feel strange. It was scary, but the woman's gestures weren't aggressive or hurtful. The way she caressed her breasts and suckled her nipples sent shivers up Jenna's spine. A trickle of sweat squished between her ass cheeks as she squirmed.

The janitor ran her big hands under Jenna's arms and lifted her a little as she ran her tongue from one breast to the other. Gently, yet firmly, she squeezed the young woman's sides as she slowly ran her hands to her hips. Hearing the young woman squeal and pant when she rubbed the girl's taut stomach with her flat palm, inspired the janitor to continue.

Firmly, she dipped her thick fingertips into the waistband of the young woman's skirt and pushed down. The elastic material easily gave way. The janitor felt the hairless mound push against her palm as she cupped and squeezed the tiny mound.