Kasumi moved to the sink, turning on the faucet. She washed her hands thoroughly, but her mind was clearly elsewhere.
Then she cupped water in her palms and splashed it onto her flushed face, trying to cool down the burning heat in her cheeks. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
Her face was bright red, eyes glassy with unwanted lust, lips slightly parted.
The sight only made her more embarrassed. Her kimono was still hanging wide open, her enormous 50-year-old breasts completely exposed — heavy, pendulous, and beautifully full with those thick, dark nipples pointing outward obscenely.
Lower down, her bushy pubic mound was still visibly wet, the dark curly hairs matted with her juices.
"Kasumi, get a grip on yourself…" she muttered sternly to her reflection, though her voice came out breathy and weak.
