Die sieben Männer der Sumuru (1969)

Sumuru’s the center of attention, dark short hair, bold makeup, sitting on a couch flipping a playing card like she owns the place. The vibe’s got a retro fetish feel — she’s not some passive girl, she’s in control, pulling guys in one by one. First, a bartender type in a dim bar, pours a drink, then gets on his knees. She takes his cock deep, no hesitation, full throat shots, visible gag reflex, spit dripping — it’s rough and unfiltered. Later, it shifts to a bedroom: three-way with two women and a guy, lots of kissing, hair-pulling, slow grinding before full group action. One of the other women’s got a red pompadour, headband on, looks like a kinky librarian, gets eaten out while Sumuru rides a guy from behind in doggy. Camera stays tight, lots of low angles, dim lighting but sharp focus on faces and dicks. No softcore crap — this is straight-up gangbang energy with a dominatrix lead pulling the strings.