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BREAKING THE RULES

Auteur: Ria Noir
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-17 19:11:30

CHAPTER TWELVE: BREAKING THE RULES

JANE'S POV

I had always been the uptight one.

I'm jane Thompson, twenty-four years old, straight-A student turned corporate analyst, the girl who believed self-control was a virtue and masturbation was... unnecessary. It was messy and Indulgent. Something other girls did because they couldn’t handle real life. I had convinced myself I didn’t need it. That my body didn’t ache the way other women described. That the occasional throbbing between my legs at night
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