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Chapter 41: The Library

작가: Ellen Edgar
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I locked the bathroom stall door and hiked up my skirt with shaking hands.

This was the third time today. Third time I'd abandoned my study materials, walked down two flights of stairs to the third-floor bathrooms, and locked myself in here to touch my aching pussy because I couldn't fucking concentrate.

And it was all Ethan Cross's fault.

I could see him through the gap in the stall door—well, not him exactly, but I could picture him perfectly. Sitting at his usual table on the fourth floor, d
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