This welcome return of maverick auteur Paul Black sees his muse, Emily J, a blue-eyed brunette with a beautiful face and perfect body, listening to music in an old-fashioned sitting room. Although alone, she's dressed for sex and channeling old-school glamor in a vintage fox-fur jacket, quirky thigh-length stiletto boots with a built-in garterbelt, and the tiniest black lace thong. She's relaxing with a cigarette and shot glass, only to extinguish her smoke and prop a mirror at an angle on the couch. She gazes down at herself, her breath misting the glass. Then she makes out with her reflection, smearing it with saliva. As she drools more, spitting on the mirror and licking it up, we see she has a large cushion wedged between her thighs. She rides it, bare ass cheeks quivering as she grinds her pussy against it. A clock chimes and the scene switches abruptly to a close-up of Emily's shaved pussy, her slit framed by the split crotch of the thong. She spits on her hand and drizzles drool on her clit, working it in with her fingers. Her hand then slips inside her panties, re-emerging through the hole to play with her naked pussy. Less is more her elegant fingers move in slow, deliberate strokes and, even though the slightest touch seems to drive her insane with pleasure, she suppresses her response by biting and sucking on the corner of a pillow. The tension is almost unbearable by the time she begins to masturbate hard and fast, her fingers a blur. At last she cums, with one great, gagging sob, laughing and smiling with relief and release. Her fingers tremble, hovering over her tender pussy as she drifts off to resting, spent for now at least.