Gular-Scute — 9 years ago(February 02, 2017 04:47 PM)

Around the 18.30 mark, when dad pulls up to offer help at what appears to be an accident site, there's a brief glimpse of some rube leaning through the open back door of a car and moving his hips rhythmically to the sound of a groaning male voice. At the risk of sounding unworldly, what the hell is happening here?
I assumed at first that some poor victim had fallen prey to appetites that might arise unchecked in a state of lawlessness. However, in the absense of a visible human recipient, it could be interpreted as someone fornicating with backseat upholstery.