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Title: A Lewd Tale of Fingering and Face-Sitting Bliss

In the sultry confines of her boudoir, the insatiable vixen Mira lay sprawled upon the king-sized bed, a wicked grin plastered across her luscious lips. She was clad in nothing but a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation. Mira’s hand crept down her taut belly, slender fingers slipping beneath the delicate lace to tease at her already dampening sex.

She let out a throaty moan, the damn near inaudible sound reverberating through the room. Mira’s eyes fluttered closed as she continued her lewd ministrations, fingers delving deeper into her slick folds. Her other hand found its way to her chest, cupping a heavy breast and rolling the pebbled nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Mira’s moans grew louder, more wanton. She could feel the wetness dripping down her inner thighs, the silken fabric of her negligee growing more drenched by the second. Her hips bucked against her hand, desperate for more delicious friction.

Suddenly, Mira’s eyes flew open as she realized what she was doing – finger-fucking herself like a bitch in heat. She sat up abruptly, looking around her bedroom with wide, panicked eyes. But there was no one there to see her shameful display, no one to judge her for the depraved desires that consumed her.

A bark of laughter escaped Mira’s lips as she realized how foolish she was being. There was no one to stop her from indulging in her most carnal fantasies, no one to keep her from taking what she wanted, when she wanted it.

With renewed determination, Mira tossed aside her now-soaked negligee and crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. She let out a low growl of desire as she positioned herself over her lovers’ face, straddling them with her dripping sex mere inches from their mouth.

“Go on,” Mira purred, her voice laced with lust. “Tongue-fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Without hesitation, her lover complied. Mira threw her head back in ecstasy as she felt that warm, wet muscle slide between her folds, lapping at her most sacred places. She ground her hips down, smothering the face beneath her with her weeping cunt.

Mira looked down at her lover, their face a mask of fluids, eyes glazed over with lust. A surge of power and arousal coursed through her at the sight. She reached down, grasping her lover’s hair and pulling them deeper into her heat.

As her lover’s tongue continued its relentless assault on her quivering hole, Mira felt her climax building in the pit of her stomach. She bucked wildly against the probing muscle, riding her lover’s face with abandon.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” Mira cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. “Drown in my fucking cunt, you slut!”

With a final thrust, Mira came undone, screaming her pleasure for all the world to hear. She ground her gushing pussy against her lover’s face, smearing her juices all over them as she rode out the waves of her intense orgasm.

Finally, spent and panting, Mira climbed off of her lover’s face and collapsed onto the bed beside them. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.

But Mira was far from satisfied. She needed more, craved more of the delicious sensations that only her lover could provide. With a wicked grin, she rolled on top of them, Positioning herself so that her soaking wet pussy was inches from their mouth once more.

“Fuck me,” Mira demanded, her voice husky with desire. “Stick those fingers in me and fuck me like the filthy whore I am.”

Her lover needed no further encouragement. Mira let out a squeal of pleasure as two thick fingers plunged deep into her fluttering hole, curling to hit that sweet spot deep inside. She rocked her hips in time with the thrusts, taking the probing digits as deep as they would go.

Mira reached down, grasping her lover’s wrist as they pounded into her. She guided their hand, showing them the rhythm she craved, the pressure she needed. Her pleasure mounting with each thrust, Mira could feel another climax building deep in her core.

“Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” Mira cried out, her nails digging into her lover’s arm. “Fucking ruin me with those fingers, you filthy fucking slut!”

Her lover obliged, increasing the force and speed of their thrusts. Mira could feel the pressure inside her building, her walls clenching around the invading fingers as she neared her peak once more.

With a final, brutal thrust, Mira came undone. She screamed her pleasure to the heavens as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy spasming around her lover’s fingers as she gushed her release.

As the final waves of her climax ebbed, Mira collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Her lover slid their fingers out of her, bringing them to their own lips and lapping up her juices.

Mira watched through lidded eyes as her lover cleaned their hand, a satisfied smirk on her face. She was a mess – hair disheveled, face flushed, cunt still dripping with her releases. And she had never felt more alive, more satiated.

With a contented sigh, Mira curled up beside her lover, basking in the afterglow of their intense session. She knew that this was only the beginning, that there were many more depraved fantasies to explore, many more pleasures to experience.

And as she drifted off to sleep, a smile on her face and her lover’s arms around her, Mira couldn’t wait for the next time.