Mosquito the Rapist (1977)

Guy named Mosquito — short brown hair, muscular build, looks like a sketchy street dude — is creeping around a funeral home, grinding on some young brunette chick laid out in a casket. She’s got long wavy brown hair, slim frame, big tits, wearing a white dress, playing dead while he dry humps her with a boner through his pants. Candles, dim lighting, creepy vibe — he’s whispering shit in her ear like he’s really into the gangbang fantasy. Cut outside to two women in a cemetery under gray skies, both holding black umbrellas, one’s a brunette, other’s a dark-haired thicker girl, just standing near headstones like they’re mourning — but it’s clearly a setup. Back inside, Mosquito is now fucking her from behind, doggy style over the casket, pulling her hair, going hard. You see thrusting, skin slapping, the whole thing’s low-lit with a voyeuristic feel — like hidden cam or first-person POV. No full nudity in the frames shown, but tons of sexual tension, dark roleplay, and taboo funeral fetish shit. The whole thing’s shot with close-ups on faces and wide shots to keep the mood unsettling.