Final Justice (1984)

A blond white guy in his 30s stands in a doorway with a handgun, facing off against a slim dark-haired woman in a tight outfit — the vibe is dominance and control from the jump. The two move fast from standoff to full-on fucking, no slow buildup. They go at it in the same dim indoor room, hard and direct, with lots of standing and bent-over positions. The camera stays close, catching the rough thrusts and her facial expressions — mouth open, hair messed up, clothes half-off. There’s no pretense of romance. The lighting stays low with shadows from window blinds, giving it a gritty, illegal feel. You can tell they’re playing roles, but the sex looks physical and real, not staged for too long. Frame 5 shows a group of older guys in hats and glasses like it might be a larger cast, but the main action sticks to the two leads.