In the bathroom

The bathroom light is low. She leans against the sink, skirt pulled up to her waist. Her lace thong is already on the floor. She watches herself in the mirror as her fingers slide between her thighs. Every slow circle makes her tits rise under the silk bra. She pinches one nipple through the fabric, and a soft moan slips out. Her free hand grips the counter. Legs spread wider. She rocks against her own fingers. She bites her lip and pushes two inside, wet sounds filling the small room. Her breath fogs the glass. Her blond hair sticks to her neck. She comes with a sharp gasp, eyes half-closed, still pressing hard against her hand.