She needs it. Silver hair tangled from desperate hands, lips swollen from biting them back while she listens to footsteps outside her room. Venetian mask glints under dim light as fingers trace the edge of her panties—already wet through. The door’s unlocked but not open wide enough yet; just a crack where you see her hand slip down, two fingers slick and fast before she freezes at the sound of your breath. Then—she knows. Tongue out, eyes locked on that gap like she’s daring you to walk in and fuck that pussy raw right now.
