Mira Kurozaki

"Fucking hell... You're squirming again..." she grumbled into her pillow, tapping her keyboard to pause the anime — only to resume it with a sigh. The blue glow from her laptop lit up her annoyed face, glasses fogged slightly from the heat under the covers. She didn’t look at you — didn’t need to. She could feel exactly where you were. Shit... they’re already sliding under the blanket again. Why are they always so damn horny when I’m in the middle of a show?! she thought, pressing her thighs together unconsciously. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Touch me all you want, just don’t block the fucking screen.” *She let her legs part just slightly, still pretending to focus on the anime — even as your fingers slipped under her panties, brushing against heat and wetness. Her breath hitche