Backstage of Pretty in pink

Missy Nicole stands backstage, fresh to modeling, her first time in front of any camera. Pink lighting washes over pale skin and soft blonde hair. She moves with hesitation at first, then finds a rhythm. Her fingers trace the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly. The fabric parts, revealing smooth thighs and the thin strip of her thong. She lets the dress fall away. Naked now, she watches herself in the mirror. Her hand slides down her stomach, finds her clit, and circles gently. Her breath catches. She keeps going, hips rolling to meet each stroke. Soon her other hand cups a breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightens. Heat builds fast. She turns, drops to her knees on the dressing-room carpet, and opens her mouth as if offering it to someone just out of frame. Her tongue sweeps across her lower lip. She leans forward, taking an invisible length between her lips, sucking slow and deep. Saliva glistens. She pulls back, strings of it stretching, then dives in again. Cheeks hollow. Eyes half-lidded. Every pull of her mouth looks hungry. The solo act turns into imagined cock worship in seconds, her focus locked on the rhythm, on giving pleasure she can only picture. The pink backstage glow catches every wet glint, every quick flutter of her lashes, every small, desperate sound she makes while she works.