Jewel Staite Rough Sex Scene in The L.A. Complex (2012)(0:21)

George had an ordinary life as an eighteen-year-old teenager with the slogan: “Swim wherever it takes you...carry you...but who cares.” That’s how you live for yourself, without disturbing anyone, and then BANG!!! Just such a BANG happened to George one fine sunny day. She was walking around the city when suddenly a toilet seat from the MIR orbital station fell from the sky directly onto her head at supersonic speed. And after a couple of seconds she hears: “Hey! Dead girl! from some stranger. George learns that there will be no radiance, tunnel, or angels for her after death. Now the girl becomes a real ripper. Of course, she won’t have to walk around with a scythe, but taking the souls of people before they die is her main duty. She will scream, stamp her feet, fight in hysterics, shouting: “...I want my life back.” But nothing will change what happened. And perhaps it was death for George that became the push, the kick in the ass that she needed so much all her life.