Chapter 57 MASTURBATING IN THE SCHOOL RESTROOM

JANE

Bla Bla 

I couldn’t hear a fucking word Mrs. Whitaker was saying. Quadratic equations or whatever the hell it was sounded like static. The only thing screaming inside my skull was the fat, throbbing ache between my legs. My clit had swollen to twice its size, pulsing angrily against the stiff...

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