Una donna di notte (1979)

She’s sitting on him backwards in a swivel chair, her bare back and shoulders visible as she grinds slow, leaning forward to brace on the desk. He’s got his hands on her hips, not guiding — she’s fully in control, long dark hair swinging when she picks up speed. Later it cuts to a cafe setup, fake or real, where she’s bent over a table with bottles and fruit, getting pounded from behind while wearing a hat like it’s part of the fantasy. Her body’s lean, not athletic, with small natural tits that move subtle when she’s on all fours. The lighting stays flat, like security cam footage but with a closer lens, focusing tight on her ass clenching with each thrust. No talking, no music — just skin sounds and the chair creaking during the first scene.