Love happening (1980)

The blonde has that thick-thin build — wide hips, narrow waist, real womanly curves, and she moves slow and confident on top. They start out kissing deep on a bed in low light, lamp glow cutting shadows across their bodies, both fully into it, mouths open, tongues moving. Early on there’s some street-side stuff in a car, just staring at each other like they’re about to explode, then it cuts back to the bedroom where she’s riding him, bouncing with her ass flexing on each up-motion. He flips her to doggy halfway through, grabs her hips hard, pulls her back into him — you hear the slap of skin, the gasps. Camera stays tight, mostly close-ups, especially on her tits jiggling and their mouths when they kiss between positions. It’s not flashy, just raw and physical, the kind of sex that looks like it’s actually happening.