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 22-year-old woman of East African descent with deep espresso-brown skin, jet-black hair, warm brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, a round face with full cheeks and a small gap between her front teeth, of average height, with a slender build, is crosswise over the waiter's lap with her mouth on his cock at his groin as she leans in eagerly. Her face right there on his cock has her eyes straining sideways toward the hands on her, brows raised, cheeks flushed, with cum bubbling out of one nostril and more cum on her lips. The neckline of her navy velvet dress is dragged down, both large heavy breasts spilling out bare over it, her lace thong sits at her hips, and her navy velvet dress remains on her torso. She wears strappy high-heeled sandals, a diamond necklace, and diamond drop earrings. Her makeup is flawless evening makeup with glossy nude lips, intact. Her hair is half up in a small twist, the rest falling in soft curls. Three people, one woman, and two men, the men are the waiter and the regular: the waiter is at her mouth, the regular is at her side. The waiter, a massive Nigerian man in his forties, bald, with broad shoulders and a thick neck, wearing a white shirt with a black waistcoat and black trousers, the black trousers pushed down to the top of his thighs together with his underwear, leans far back against the banquette with his face spent, breathing hard, a dazed grin down at her. His cock, a small, short half-hard uncut cock still sticking out of his open fly, the foreskin slid back behind the head, the head and shaft glistening wet and smeared with cum, grows from his own groin directly in front of her mouth. The regular, a tough Kazakh man in his thirties with a crew cut, high cheekbones and a hard jaw, wearing a white shirt and loosened tie and suit trousers, the suit trousers fully on and closed, stands at her side with his face laughing, his head thrown back. His rough hand slaps her bare ass mid-swing, her flesh rippling from the blow. Her lips suck gently on the head of his cock, a drop of cum on her lip, her face turned so her eyes and her mouth on him are both seen. Her whole body jolts from the slap, her hair swings as she bobs, her shoulders shake with laughter, her hip and thigh press against the waiter's, her shoulder rests under his arm. The place is a dark cocktail bar, a low leather banquette in a corner, one candle on the small table. The camera captures only a reflection in the dark glass of a window beside them, the reflection clear, the room around it dim. The framing is a vertical portrait frame, taller than wide, a close shot wide enough to hold her face at the waiter's cock and, at the side of the frame, her hips and bare ass, the hem of her dress hiked up over them, her face sharp, her body running horizontally out of a side edge of the frame, perpendicular to his body. 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, IMG_4471.JPG. A naughty secret lingers in the dark, stifled giggles and the thrill of almost being caught fill the air.