Gulp (1976)

She’s sitting on a couch, topless, early 20s, slim build, dark curly hair past her shoulders. A tattoo curls over her left chest — looks like some kind of abstract ink. She’s holding a glass bottle, messing with it on her thigh, not doing much. Camera’s wide, dim lighting, looks like a lived-in living room. Magazines scattered on the table. Then it cuts — same girl, now on all fours in a bedroom, being fucked hard from behind by a guy. Her ass is pale, tight, moving fast with each thrust. He’s dark-haired, short, not overly muscular but rough with it. She’s not facing the camera, just bent over, back arched. Later, another guy walks into a bright room — 20s, dark hair, short, built, bare chest. Doesn’t show what he does next, but clearly part of the same setup. The transition from solo to sex feels abrupt, no foreplay shown. Camera work is steady, not shaky — close-ups when she’s alone, wider shots during sex. The bottle thing doesn’t go anywhere — just teasing or random bit of flavor.