Locker room ache hits after workout—fingers dive in

I slipped into the empty locker room after my workout, the purple lights casting a sultry glow on the bunk beds. Still buzzing from the adrenaline, I stripped down to my white lace bra and black thong, my long white hair tumbling over my shoulders as I sat on the cool bench, legs parting just enough to feel the ache building between them. My hand traces my thigh, fingers inching toward the damp fabric, owned by this sudden, needy hunger that hit me alone in here. I gasp softly, eyes half-lidded in the mirror across the way, my body arching as I rub slow circles over my panties, the lace bra straining against my heaving breasts. I whisper to myself, begging for more even as the first shivers hit, dripping and desperate, knowing I won't stop until I cum hard right here where no one can interrupt.