43rd Golden Globe Awards

She danced as she had never danced for the tourists or in any night club, for she was doing the old dances, the genuine, native dances of Hawaii. Her swiftly and gracefully flowing hands were telling a story that would have shocked beyond repair the missionaries who had so smugly supposed that they had succeeded in converting and taming the natives of Hawaii. Even a tourist could hardly have failed to interpret her gestures as she outlined her bouncing breasts, drew a hand up over her pussy and, making a circle with thumb and forefinger, ran the index finger of her other hand back and forth through it in graphic description of the act of intercourse. When she sank to the ground, her dance ended and her brown body gleaming with sweat, a man grabbed her, flung himself onto her and stabbed his cock into her up to the hair. That was the signal for the orgy. In a matter of moments, the courtyard was littered with a heaving, bobbing tangle of arms, legs and buttocks. The soft, tropical night was rent by screams and moans of delight, and the great, golden globe of the moon rose over the edge of the sea to bathe the scene in its ancient, mystic light ...»