Prompt
· English
Amateur phone photo of real people. brutalsex between a man and a woman., the woman, a 37-year-old woman of Western European descent with light beige skin, salt-and-pepper hair, deep blue eyes, sharply angled eyebrows and a long narrow face, short, with a stocky build, is on all fours on the towel, her hands planted on the towel, her mouth on the tourist's cock at his groin; her face right there on that man's cock shows her eyes rolled up, lids fluttering, her cheeks red and hollowed, cum smeared on her cheek; her beach dress is pulled down below her breasts and bunched around her belly, both her small perky breasts bare and hanging down under her, small dark areolas and hard nipples, her beach dress pushed up to her waist; she wears a heart pendant on a thin chain and tiny stud earrings, thick black mascara, a black winged eyeliner and a matte dusty-rose lipstick, messy, tousled long hair, frizzy and ruffled, a few strands stuck to the cum on her cheek; Three people in front, the woman and two men, and four or five more men standing around them, watching and waiting their turn, the men are the masseur and the tourist: the tourist kneels upright on the towel in front of her face, his two hands holding her head, pressing her face down onto his groin, her neck bulging with the shape of the cock; The tourist, a man in a dark tank top, his jeans pushed down, is at her mouth, his small, short rock-hard uncut cock growing from his own groin among his pubic hair, its whole shaft buried in her mouth and throat, his balls pressed to her chin, shiny wet; The masseur, a man in a t-shirt, his jeans pushed down, is behind her, kneeling upright on the towel right behind her, his face and chest toward the lens, his cock rammed deep into her pussy from behind, his groin slammed against her raised bottom, his big hairy hands gripping her hips and yanking her hard onto his cock; her body is caught mid-thrust, her back arched low, her bottom raised high behind her, her whole body jolted forward onto the cock in her mouth, her breasts swinging, her hair flying, the masseur's hips smeared with motion, her face crisp; she wants it, greedy and proud, taking them one after another; the place is a low bamboo bench standing in the sand behind a row of open bamboo beach massage huts on a Thai beach at night, closed for the night, their thin mattresses rolled up, in the narrow strip of sand between the huts and the low wall of the beach road, over the low wall the beach road with glowing street food carts, a tuk-tuk passing, motorbikes and tourists strolling past with fruit shakes, a stack of folded sarongs, a bottle of massage oil and a pair of flip-flops in the sand by the bench; the camera is a candid snapshot low at sand level right in front of her, beside the tourist's knee, looking up toward the masseur, framing a vertical close view where her face is sharp in the lower half, turned up toward the lens, focus locked on her eyes, at the groin of the tourist, who is at the frame edge right beside the lens, of him only his hip, belly and hands, the masseur kneeling behind her in the upper half, his face and chest in the frame, the tangle of power lines over the road and the glow of the food cart lights above them; the light consists of cold white fluorescent tubes of the street food carts and coloured fairy lights from the road falling over the hut roofs onto her face and skin, the rear of the huts in deep shadow, greenish and pink tints, warm skin tones; the photo style 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, IMG_4471.JPG; the atmosphere is squeezed behind the massage huts, the beach road busy a few steps away on the other side of the wall.
