Starry studio tease turns into my solo soak

The studio lights dimmed to starry night after practice, and I couldn't wait anymore—my body's buzzing from the dance moves, pussy aching for release. I lean against the cool railing, black pants tight on my hips, blue tank clinging to my tits as I glance sideways, biting my lip. Holding that crumpled napkin like a secret, I slide one hand down, fingers pressing into the fabric, feeling myself soak through. My breath hitches, eyes half-lidded in the glow, hair cascading wild. I rock my hips slow, needy whimpers escaping as I grind against my palm, imagining your eyes on me. The stars twinkle like they're watching, but it's just me now, chasing that edge, clenching hard until I cum shaking, owned by my own desperate touch.