Alone in the dressing room

She steps into the empty dressing room and the thought hits her right away. Same feeling every time, only stronger tonight. Her body wants it rough and sudden, no small talk, no names. A thick cock pushing her open while she bites her lip to stay quiet. Alone for now, she leans against the vanity, slips two fingers under her panties and feels how wet she already is. Blonde hair falls across her face as she watches herself in the mirror, legs opening wider. No toy tonight. Just skin and fingers. She pushes two inside, then three, riding the edge of that filthy daydream. Every thrust of her hand keeps the same silent scene playing behind her eyes.