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The room was dark, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the computer screen. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and a hint of sweat. She was alone, as she usually was during these late-night sessions.

Her delicate fingers danced across the keyboard, poised and ready. With each stroke, she delved deeper into the forbidden, the restricted, the taboo world of uncensored hentai. The website loaded, the bright and vivid images assaulting her senses.

She gasped, her heart skipping a beat as she was greeted by a array of A/Pornographic images. Artists’ interpretations of the female form in its most carnal and unbridled state. Her eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as she clicked on the video.

The video opened, the screen filled with a provocatively dressed anime girl, her uniform barely containing her ample bosom. The girl was seated at a desk in a seemingly empty classroom, her hand hidden beneath her skirt. Slowly, shyly, she began to rub her inner thigh.

The girl on the screen lets out a small gasp, a shudder rippling through her body. As the hidden hand beneath her skirt moved higher, she bit her lip, stifling a moan. The sight was intoxicating, the girl’s submissive yet eager response ignited something primal within her.

Her own hands began to wander, drifting over her clothes, caressing her curves. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her body responding to the lewd display on the screen. Her breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the girl in the video began to finger herself, she slipped a hand into her panties, mirroring the actions. The silky strand, slick with arousal, slid easily between the folds of her glistening lips. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly as she brushed against her sensitive clit.

The girl on the screen was moaning now, her cries of pleasure filling the silent room. Her uniform was in disarray, buttons scattered across the floor. One hand was buried in her crotch, three fingers plunging in and out of her tight, virgin hole. The other hand was squeezing her breast, pinching and tugging at a hard, pink nipple.

She matched her pace, her own fingers delving deeper, faster. Spurred on by the crude display, she withdrew her dripping digits and brought them to her mouth. Sucking off the sweet nectar, she moaned at the taste of her own arousal. Her pussy clenched, hungry for more.

As the anime girl climaxed, trembling and moaning loudly, she felt her own world blurring, consumed by pleasure. Her body convulsed, toes curling as she came undone. Rockets of pleasure exploded behind her eyelids, her pussy spasming around her buried fingers. She cried out, rutting shamelessly against her curled fingers until the waves of ecstasy subsided.

Collapsing back on the bed, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. The room spun as she slowly returned to reality, the afterglow of her orgasm still tingling through her body. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had satisfied her most secret desires alone.

As she slowly came down from her high, she cracked a smile. It felt good, really good. Her body was still tingling, her mind still clouded after what she’d done, but it felt exhilarating. She had finally allowed herself to indulge in her taboo, perhaps forbidden desire, and it had paid off in pleasure she had never experienced before.

There was no denying it, now. She was starting to notice that she couldn’t help but want more. More of these secret fantasies, more adrenaline pumping into her ears, more instances of intensely pushing her own limits, feeling like she could do whatever she wanted. The thrill of tension, the release of cumming hard, the rush of no one else knowing what deviant things she’d done.

She sat up, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Her eyes fell upon the still open webpage, the video had ended some time ago. She giggled softly, a blush creeping up her neck. With a few clicks, she closed the tab, the hentai website disappearing into the ether of the World Wide Web.

As she stood from the bed, stretching her stiff limbs, she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. She walked to the bathroom, ready to clean up the evidence of her late-night tryst. As she turned on the shower, she let out a soft sigh. Perhaps tomorrow would be another night of self-discovery and self-pleasure. For now, she would relish in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, a grimy creamy reminder of just how good she could feel.