Mirai had to think only of him. The dark, bristly hair that gave his sharp features a mischievous look. On the rough stubble surrounding full lips. How about kissing? She shivered arbitrarily at the thought. Immersed in the depths of her imagination, she didn't realize she was staring at her all the time. Thoughtfully, Mirai leaned her elbow on the countertop and slid her fingers into the wet pussy.