Prompt
· English
Amateur phone photo of real people. brutalsex between a man and a woman., The woman, a 28-year-old woman of Southern African descent with medium olive-brown skin, hair dyed cherry red, warm brown eyes, thin fine eyebrows, a square face with a strong jaw and a small gap between her front teeth, tall, with a lanky frame, has a greedy expression with wide open eyes, an open mouth on a quick hungry breath, drawn up brows, and soft pink cheeks. Her body is bent over the steel handrail with both forearms resting on it, her face turned sideways on her forearms, her ass pushed back and up, her hips bare below the bunched roll of fabric at her waist, her lace thong pulled down to one knee, her burgundy silk blouse still on, her damp hair sticking to her neck, her classic red lipstick and mascara intact. The night guard, a big heavy man with a big round belly in his fifties with a buzz cut and a double chin, wears a dark grey guard uniform shirt with rolled sleeves and a lanyard badge stretched over his belly, his uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs, his rock-hard cut cock with a smooth flared mushroom head, the shaft curving slightly upward, thick veins along it, pulled out to the swollen head and driving back in, the shaft slick and shining, her pussy lips gripping it. His face is buried against the side of her neck, his eyes half closed, his mouth open on a low groan, a red flush on his cheek, his hot breath and thick tongue on the back of her neck as he slams into her, both his huge hands clamped on her hips, the fingers sinking into her flesh, hauling her back onto his cock. The patrol guard appears in the extreme foreground along the bottom of the frame, heavily out of focus, his blurred uniform shoulder and belly and his hard cock hanging out of his open fly as a soft pale blur close to the lens. They are in a compact office-tower elevator car with grey panelled walls, a steel handrail and a floor indicator over the door, the floor indicator frozen between two numbers. The camera is on the floor of the car, the lens an inch above the floor, tilted up along the two of them in strong perspective, framing a full-length shot of the two of them and the wall behind them, her face sharp and clear. The light comes from the pale strip of the emergency light and the red glow of the alarm button, creating a flat harsh look with unretouched skin showing visible pores, small blemishes and shine on her forehead, high ISO grain, and slightly soft focus. The hum of a stopped elevator and the dim glow of the lamp fill the empty office tower around them.
