Beichte einer Liebestollen (1971)

A slim blonde with long wavy hair is on her knees in a dimly lit barn, lips locked with a darker-haired woman in a tight tank top. They’re grinding against each other with rough, desperate energy, hands all over asses and backs, clearly worked up. The camera stays tight, capturing every moan and tug on hair, especially when one of them drops to blow the other with slow, deep strokes. Hay bales and wooden beams frame the scene, giving it that raw, secluded feel — like they’re getting away with something. The editing cuts between close-ups of mouths, thighs pressing together, and fingers pulling at straps. It’s less about penetration and more about buildup, tension, and the heat between two women who know exactly how to push each other’s buttons.