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Medium shot from mid-thigh up, eye level. The camera drifts very slowly sideways, barely moving, so the dark wooden bookshelves behind her shift gently with parallax while she stays centered in the frame. She stands in a tall, dim library aisle with a wooden ladder leaning against the shelves, her body angled slightly, one hand holding the edge of her black buttoned cardigan near her collarbone and the other arm relaxed at her side. She breathes slowly, her shoulders rising and falling softly behind her glasses. She blinks naturally. Her fingers tighten gently on the cardigan, then relax. She shifts her weight subtly to one hip, and her head tilts slowly, eyes holding the lens, lips softly parted, her expression calm, composed and quietly confident. The loose strands framing her face stir slightly. Soft light shines through the skylight high above, with fine specks of dust drifting slowly. Vogue-style editorial portrait, elegant and understated. The woman grips the top of her tight shirt with both hands and slowly peels it upward. As the hem rises, her small perky breasts underneath bulges out from the bottom edge, soft, jiggly and natural, swelling outward the instant the shirt stops squeezing it. She keeps pulling, and the shirt drags up over the breasts' skin, rippling it in slow waves and pulling it into a stretched teardrop before it slips free. The moment the shirt's hem clears the top, her breasts drops back down, slumps wide and plump against her body, and jiggles in big rolling wobbles that slowly shrink until it settles, still quivering. Her dry breasts have unblemished realistically textured skin and perfect complexion. Her areola and nipples are small and light colored. Her shirt stays lifted up as she starts rocking with giddy, contained excitement. Her torso twists side to side in short, quick rotations, her shoulders swinging gently forward and back in alternation: left shoulder forward, then right, then left again, about two small twists per second, repeating steadily. With each twist she gives a tiny bounce, rising slightly onto her toes, and the loose strands framing her face swing with the motion. She has bright eyes, her chin tucked shyly, as if she can barely contain herself. The movement stays small and quick, never a full-body sway. She bounces up and down repeatedly, her breasts jiggling. Then, she pauses. Her fingers rolling and flicking her nipples. She pulls both nipples outward with her fingertips, then lets go and rapidly flicks them, alternating between tugging and teasing faster and faster as she gets close to orgasm. Her eyes are half-lidded. She continues to roll her nipples. She's experiencing extreme orgasmic pleasure, entering a state of blissful ecstasy as her body gently convulses. Soft light shines from the skylight above. Ambient sound: quiet library room tone, a clock ticking faintly, soft fabric slide, the faint swish of fabric as the shirt slips free. Non-diegetic music: N/A