Think of seasoned performers sneaking off to fuck in overgrown gardens, hidden by tall hedges. They’re slapping and riding on patchy grass, with dirt smudged on their knees. There’s a scene with a rusty garden bench creaking under their weight. It’s got that earthy, open-air feel to every move.
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