This is a meditation on improvisation, creative freedom, mind expanding through movement and my own sexuality. I began without a set purpose, simply exploring the dynamics of the body. I guess that's a purpose in itself. I tended towards plasticity, fluidity in movement. But I know what spectrum of emotion my body produces, so I simply couldn't refrain from teasing, with bouncing tits, with grinding my hips on an imaginary cock, with my lips gasping for air and pleasure. In the end, I teased myself. No technique, only diving into the Psychedelia context, the synchronicity between the music and my own disheveled thoughts. Boobs slapping on my chest, reminding me of the sexual dimension of this approach. I tried looking beyond the narrative of what I do, what I must or should do, and I just did, like in an empty theater, letting the histrionics of my existence getting a hold over me. Pleasure increased, carrying in itself a shadow of lust. As my thoughts became more sexual, everything had a sexual dimension, even the air. It was moist, the kind of air you need with a mouthful of cock. I felt the nerve endings in my limbs and belly broadcasting to the brain their availability to feel pleasure. Almost a crave. Body movement shaped my mind, body dynamics got me on the path I needed to be, but I didn't know yet. Set me on route. Made me moist and flexible, and willing. Almost submissive. Almost yours already. Keywords: amedee-vause, amedeevause, big-tits, big-natural-tits, big-boobs, boobs, tit-play, tit-fetish, tit-worship, boob-bouncing, bouncing-boobs, bouncing-breasts, POV-bouncing, POV-riding, virtual-sex, POV-virtual-sex, virtual-cowgirl, music, dancing, hip-play, 60fps.