Prompt
· English
Amateur phone photo of real people. The woman, a 27-year-old woman of Central African descent with medium olive-brown skin, hair dyed cherry red, warm brown eyes, soft rounded eyebrows and a diamond-shaped face with high cheekbones, of average height, with a petite frame, has a playful expression with eyes sparkling up at his face, brows lifted, the corners of her lips curled around his cock in a smile, and soft pink cheeks. She kneels on the floor of the car in front of him, both her hands pushing his big belly up out of the way, her face level with his groin, her lips pressed to the base of the shaft, her cheeks hollowed. Her cream cotton fitted shirt is unbuttoned and pulled open, revealing small perky breasts with dark stiff nipples, while her white short skirt rides up her thighs as a bunched roll of fabric around her waist. Her hair is in a high ponytail swinging slightly, and her makeup consists of brown smoky eyes and a nude lip that remains neat and intact. The night guard, a giant barrel-chested man with a heavy belly in his forties with a crew cut and a red face, wears a white security shirt with a badge on the chest, straining over his belly, a loosened black tie, and uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs. His rock-hard cut cock juts out below the edge of his belly straight into her mouth, featuring a smooth tapered head, a shaft with a gentle curve to the right, deep veins, and a shine of precum on the head, with his heavy balls against her chin, wet and shining. He has a stunned open-mouthed stare down at her, brows raised high, cheeks flushed, grinning in disbelief at his luck. One of his huge hands is fisted in her hair, his other huge hand is braced on the wall, and he thrusts into her mouth, holding her there with his whole length in her mouth, his big body shaking, groaning above her. They are in a glass panoramic elevator car with a dark empty atrium behind the glass, a steel frame and a brass handrail, in the dim car, the floor indicator frozen between two numbers. The camera is from the side at the height of his belt, close, looking down at the two of them, capturing a full-length shot of the two of them, the floor of the car at the bottom of the frame, her face sharp and clear. Harsh white ceiling spotlights create hard shadows. The image is an amateur phone snapshot with the direct on-camera flash, flat harsh light, unretouched skin with visible pores, small blemishes and shine on her forehead, high ISO grain, slightly soft focus. An intercom speaker hangs silent on the panel, the stopped car shut off from the rest of the tower.