Bruciati da cocente passione (1976)

This one starts slow. A brunette chick in her 20s, slim build, short hair, leaning into a guy in an alley. They’re all over each other, hands exploring, but it’s more teasing than explicit. The camera catches them from a distance, wide shots, overcast light. No rush here. They move indoors, close to a window, and the mood shifts. Close-ups now, natural light hitting their faces as they kiss and grind. The intimacy feels real, not just performative. The guy’s hands roam under her clothes, but the camera keeps it classy, leaving the rest to imagination. It’s all about the buildup, the tension, and the public risk.