Script : As I said, primary elements are wardrobe and posture. Third element, unstated: your expressive face and instinctive gift for conveying state and emotion! Wardrobe: black (or dark) heels, bare legs, tight skirt to knees over teeny panties, blouse, bra, glasses. (Heels and glasses will stay on; nothing else will.) Camera finds you sitting in chair or sofa, reading. Legs crossed, a bit and then a bit more thigh showing. Maybe a shot of panty. (Tease me!) You are reading book and it's clear from expression the book is agitating you sexually. It's too much; overcome by sudden wave of lust, you MUST release. Here is your chosen technique: You rise, move to door. You lean against it--that is, your body at slight incline, your contact with wall entirely restricted to the upper third of your back, essentially through your shoulder blade belt. That gives your hips the freedom to move, and they will! They are pushed a bit outward from the door. Your knees, then, are slightly bowed, your toes pointed a bit outwards. Bliss on your face (relief is here!), you push a hand up your skirt and press it firmly against the mound of your V. We only see it as a shape under the folds of the draped skirt. You grind, giving yourself pleasure. Your hips push hard and rhythmically against that hand; your other hand flies to your breasts and begins to massage them, feeling their weight, heft, beauty, aliveness, sensitivity. You are enjoying both erogenous zones and your face radiates that voodoo that you do so well: utter bliss. But mommy wants more. The second hand joins the first under the dress, increasing the pressure on the V. The pumping of the hips increases in tempo. Feels so GOOD! More please: The shirt is hoisted above the waist so we now see how hard the hands push one way against the V, and the V pushes the other way against them. It's the cosmic, eternal S-snap of the woman's sexuality: her hips eat the pressure, the thrust of it is utterly thrilling, her fertile crescent, font of life and hope and all dreams, is fulling engaged. she is the pure spirit of the fuck. (I overwrite, I know!) Hand in panties. We can see from shape, something has entered a portal. So nice. Hands RIP panties off, then blouse, then bra. Utter nakedness: behold woman: leaning against wall,, breasts afly, knees spread, fingers plunged into spread V, hips pumping in ecstacy, Miss 26's beautiful face radiant with hunger for the now approaching moment of relief. But let's not forget what lies beneath. Who among us would be so mad as to forget Ms. 26's ass, that poem of softness, smoothness, and curvature. You spin, thrust it out while sustaining yourself with one arm against the door, and spread it with the other, exposing pink. I know you're not one to go inside here, but let's say a finger brushes and titillates the oriface, mayby traces the circle, exciting the erectile tissue that comprises the muscle. That brief, brushing touch makes you want it all. You turn again to face camera, and this is the money shot--two fingers in V, two rimming ass, hips pumping your way to blast-off, your face on fire with the stress of the pressure which has built so high and then it comes and you cum. Fake or not, doesn't matter to me, but the convulsions shudder through you, your knees weaken, your eyes shut and down you go, to floor, You're a mess now. You're wet, disheveled, hair a fright, make-up smeared--but boy do you feel good. (The climax is important because even though it's just a sex vid, it's still a STORY and has the story's formal obligations to have beginning, middle and end; too much of the MV product doesn't end, it just stops