Prompt
· English
Pitch-dark amateur night photo of real people, almost everything in black shadow, a faint light only on her face. The woman, a 40-year-old woman of Southeast Asian descent with light olive skin, soft black hair with brown glints, dark brown eyes, thin fine eyebrows, a long narrow face and freckles across her nose and cheeks, tall, with a lanky frame, kneels right at the feet of two men standing close side by side, looking from one to the other, her left hand wrapped around the soft cock growing from the open fly of the regular on her left and her right hand around the soft cock at the open fly of the bartender on her right. Her face is glowing and pleased: soft warm eyes up at the regular, brows lifted, a deep flush on her cheeks, with a white streak of cum across her cheek to her ear and a thin trickle out of one nostril. The zipper at the back of her burgundy sheath dress is undone, the burgundy sheath dress sliding off her shoulders, both very large heavy breasts half bare, while the sheer black stockings, a lace garter belt and stiletto heels remain on her, along with a diamond tennis bracelet and small diamond studs, red lipstick and winged eyeliner neatly applied, and her hair in a high sleek ponytail. Three people, one woman, and two men, both men with their pants open and their soft cocks out, one man on each side of her, each cock growing from its own man's fly, the men are the regular and the bartender; the regular stands at her left side and the bartender stands at her right side. The regular, a broad Italian man in his forties with slicked-back black hair, heavy stubble and a hairy chest wearing a leather jacket and black jeans, the black jeans the belt unbuckled and hanging open, unbuttoned and unzipped, has a small, short soft uncut cock out of his open fly, limp and heavy in her grip, the loose foreskin wrinkled over the head, only the tip peeking out, a thin white streak on the foreskin, his face grinning down at her, still catching his breath, his knees pressed against her shoulders. The bartender, a tough Kazakh man in his thirties with a crew cut, high cheekbones and a hard jaw wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a short black apron and black trousers, the black trousers open, waistband pulled low, has his cock out over his boxers, his face watching her hungrily, his knees pressed against her shoulders. A loose strand of hair falls across her cheek as she savours every second and lingers over the regular. The place is a narrow dark whisky bar, brick walls, dim Edison bulbs over the counter. The camera is from the front at her eye level, close, her face in the middle between the two men, one open fly at each side of the frame. The framing is a medium close shot, both men cut at the chest by the frame edges, her face sharp in the middle, both open flies and her hands on their cocks in the frame. The photo style is a very dark underexposed phone photo taken in near darkness, most of the frame deep black, only a faint dim light on her face, crushed blacks, heavy grain. A hot, secret closeness fills the dark, the only light falling on their bodies.