Four deliberately-paced vignette-y scenes shot in natural light.

Riley Reid pulls herself out of bed at the crack of 7:00, showers and dresses as ukulele music plays. She paces and lazes until 9, when Tyler Nixon comes to her door. They head straight to her bed, where they nuzzle and kiss like a couple of experimenting teenagers. The slow build works, with Nixon pulling Reid out of her clothes and her reluctantly playing along. Initially. By scene's end she's bouncing in a reverse cowgirl and fingering Nixon'e spoo off her middle so she can eat it. After a post-pop cuddle, Nixon gets dressed and splits and the camera holds on Reid's disappointed face, adding a touch of pathos to the gleeful scene that came before.

Markus Dupree and Abella Danger are moving out of their shared flat. She finds him napping and asks him, "What are you still doing here?" He grunts in response, then noses her shoulder. When he goes in for the kiss, she stops him: "We're not getting back together."

He looks her in the eye. "I don't want to."

However, they are not averse to an anger-fueled goodbye-forever fuck. Kross focuses on Danger's face as it betrays every thought her character is having, from reluctance to acceptance to pleasure—to the resentful glare when he pops on her face.

Elena Koshka and Ivy Wolfe are playing outside with a garden hose when an angry Manuel Ferrara comes in and says, "You're not studying." After a moment of dried-off study, Wolfe leaves for work and Koshka aggressively sits on Ferrara's lap and reads his newspaper with him, getting his pants open and his cock inside her in a matter of moments. The scene has the look and feel of a surreptitious spontaneous fuck. Extra points to the production for scoring a real '50s classic Eames Lounge Chair.

Isiah Maxwell is taking a shower when Ivy Lebelle pops into the bathroom to take a quick whiz, keeping her eye on him all the while. When he heads to his bedroom to get dressed, she follows him. Black cut-off T-shirt with underboob in evidence, black G-string, black socks. Lights a cigarette. "It's bold of you to be doing this in my girlfriend's house," he says.

"Is it." Not a question. A statement. A challenge.

She steps onto the balcony to finish the cigarette. Back turned. Ripe round ass in the G-string sticking out, taunting him. She comes back in, steps onto the bed. "I think about you. You think about me." Maxwell can only resist for so long.

Director Kross is not afraid of letting scenes unfold at a deliberate pace, throwing in a detail shot like a female hand tightly grasping a sheet to dramatize the pleasures being felt at the other end of the arm.

Excellent for couples, newbies, and fans who like aesthetic value with their heat.