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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

Preparing for Jake

I burst through the front door, my head still spinning from the afternoon's events. The house was eerily quiet - no sign of Donna. For a split second, a flicker of something almost like fear crept into my chest. But before I could dwell on it, I heard the familiar rumble of her car pulling into the driveway.

Donna waltzed in a minute later, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Don't be mad, baby... but did you really think I was going to let you go anyplace with a senior without keeping an eye on you?"

I felt a flash of indignation. Was she implying I couldn't handle myself? Me, who had just run circles around a bunch of horny Baptists on the softball field?