Prompt
· English
Amateur phone photo of real people. The woman, a 25-year-old woman of Melanesian descent with warm caramel-brown skin, hair dyed cherry red, dark brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, an angular face with hollow cheeks and freckles across her nose and cheeks, of average height, with a slender build, kneels on the floor of the car in front of the shift supervisor, her face level with his groin, greedy: eyes wide open and locked on the shift supervisor's face, brows drawn up, her mouth full, soft pink cheeks, a loose strand of hair stuck to her forehead, her blouse collar twisted to one side, wearing a dusty pink jersey wrap top that is rumpled and a burgundy wool tight mini skirt riding up her thighs, her hair in a high ponytail, brown smoky eyes and a nude lip intact. The night guard, a hulking heavy man with huge shoulders and a big belly in his forties with a buzz cut and a double chin, stands behind her holding both her wrists pinned behind her back in one of his huge hands while his other huge hand is fisted in her hair pushing her head onto the shift supervisor's cock, wearing 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 uncut cock out with the foreskin pulled back behind a swollen purple head, the shaft straight with a vein running up the underside, his face showing a breathless laugh, mouth wide open, eyes crinkled, his cheeks and neck flushed deep red. The shift supervisor, a giant barrel-chested man with a heavy belly in his forties with curly dark hair and a full beard, stands in front of her with both his huge hands braced on the wall on either side, fucking her mouth, wearing a navy security guard jacket over a grey shirt with a radio on his belt, his uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs, his rock-hard cut cock out with a wide glistening head and a pronounced ridge under it, the shaft bending slightly downward toward the tip, a vein pulsing along it, his face with eyes half closed, mouth open in a low groan, brows low, a deep red flush across his cheeks and forehead, his thick veined cock deep in her mouth jutting out below the edge of his belly, her lips stretched tight around the hard shaft and pressed against its base, her cheeks hollowed, his heavy balls against her chin wet and shining, his big belly hanging over the top of his hard cock. In the extreme foreground at the left edge of the frame, heavily out of focus, the blurred dark silhouette of the patrol guard in uniform, his hard cock held out toward her as a soft pale blur at the bottom of the frame. They are in the stopped car with warm champagne-coloured metal walls, a brass handrail and a column of brushed metal buttons, the shut doors and the quiet tower around them. From the far corner of the car a step away, slightly wide-angle, medium wide shot of the three of them in the car, all three heads inside the frame, her face sharp and clear. A single flickering ceiling lamp, low-light phone photo, high ISO noise and grain, slightly soft focus, a touch of motion blur, muddy shadows, a warm white-balance cast, visible JPEG compression, IMG_4471.JPG. The floor indicator frozen on a dead number, the whole tower quiet around the stopped car.