Nothing to Hide (1981)

The video starts with a built white dude in his 20s, dark brown buzz cut, walking around outdoors — minding his own business, wearing a tank top, showing off his arms. He’s noticeably muscular, the kind who lifts regularly and doesn’t need to flex to prove it. Later he’s back in an apartment, barefoot in just his underwear, pulling a shirt over his head, then bending over in a living room like he’s picking something up — still nothing explicit. Then the scene shifts: same guy, now fully into jerking off standing up in a dim room, hand moving fast on his hard cock. That’s when a slim, short-haired blonde in her 20s walks in — she doesn’t act surprised. She drops to her knees and takes his dick in her mouth, deep and steady, no gagging, just smooth Blowjob work. They move to the bed: she rides him facing away, doggy style with her back arched, then switches to missionary so you see their faces up close. He’s not a talker — no cheesy lines — just fucks her with consistent thrusts, sheets getting messed up. The lighting stays low, natural, like the camera’s just there, not staged. The whole thing feels personal, like home video porn that wasn’t meant to be shared. No extras, no cuts to other guys, just these two going at it after an awkward — but very real — moment of getting caught.