Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin and even Orson Welles said yes to this. I say yes too. Today, this would play like an amatuer nudist flick shot on a cheap bolex camera. Back in the day, this was serious smut that ensured raincoaters kept cumming back to the Nickelodeon.
A couple come home, they're all hugs and kisses. After a split second of being in-doors they decide to take a walk in the garden of eve, which also just-so happens to be the back yard. The guy lays a blanket and breaks out the liquor. Things don't take long before his hand is up her crotch and shes feeling his boner.
This was made before it was necessary to extract the dignity from a whore; something that became somewhat of a requirement around the mid 50s. Before this whores ran rampart with no sense of direction or cause- as clearly illustrated by this woman who even suggests to use fish skin as protection. Making matters worse is that she doesn't even allow the guy to jizz- choosing to head back indoors after a few romps out-doors.
Luckily the orchestral symphony serendes this 7 minute smut-fest with some serious classical loops that help create the necessary atmosphere. I'll be dreaming of granny tonight.
APPROVED!
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I hit her with the hammer on top of the head. She made a lot of noise and kept on making noise, so I hit her again.