Amanti miei (1979)

A slim blonde in her 20s with tight curls wears a white outfit and strikes acrobatic poses on a nighttime patio surrounded by plants and outdoor furniture. She moves like a dancer, all flexibility and controlled motion, backlit by colorful lights. Later, she’s inside, kissing a muscular brunette guy in his 20s — they’re face to face, mouths locked, clearly turning on. Then the vibe shifts: she’s passed out or faking sleep on a couch, wearing the same white clothes, while the guy in a suit checks his phone like he’s waiting for something. He appears in another shot outside at night, standing by a car, brown hair, mid-30s, built like he works out. The whole thing feels staged like a narrative — not full-on porn, but heavy with sexual tension and implied cheating. The lighting stays dim, the angles wide in places, giving it more of a cinematic tease than a straight-up porn scene.