Prompt
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Amateur phone photo of real people. The woman, a 32-year-old woman of Western European descent with medium olive-brown skin, hair dyed deep teal, dark brown eyes, thick straight eyebrows, an oval face and freckles across her nose and cheeks, short, with an athletic build, kneels on the floor in front of him with a playful expression, her eyes sparkling up at his face, her brows lifted, the corners of her lips curled around his cock in a smile, and a soft, even pink glow on her cheeks with soft edges. Her body language is eager and active as she pushes his big belly up out of the way with both hands, her face level with his groin, her very large heavy breasts bare with dark stiff nipples hanging from her dusty pink cotton fitted shirt which is unbuttoned low and pulled open, while her grey short skirt rides up her thighs leaving them exposed. Her damp hair sticks to her neck, and her makeup features brown smoky eyes and a nude lip that remain neat and intact. The patrol guard, a giant barrel-chested man with a heavy belly in his forties with a crew cut and a red face, towers over her wearing a black security guard uniform shirt with epaulettes stretched tight over his belly and a radio clipped to the shoulder, his 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, the shaft with a gentle curve to the right, deep veins, and a shine of precum on the head. His face is squeezed shut with pleasure, his whole face screwed up, his mouth open in a deep groan, and a deep red flush covers his face and neck. One of his huge hands is fisted in her hair while his other huge hand is braced on the wall, and he thrusts his hips forward, driving his hard cock into her mouth. His thick veined cock sits 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, and his heavy balls press wet and shining against her chin. They are in a modern elevator car with black glossy walls, a polished steel strip along the back wall, and a steel handrail, located in the elevator of an empty business center after hours with the doors closed. The camera stands from behind his hip, close, looking down at the two of them in a vertical portrait frame that is taller than wide, capturing a full-length shot where the floor of the car is at the bottom of the frame and her face is sharp and clear. Harsh white ceiling spotlights cast hard shadows across the scene, rendered as a raw unedited phone picture with natural uneven skin showing pores and fine vellus hair, true-to-life colours, and mild sensor noise. A cold white strip light hums over the stalled car while the empty tower remains silent around them.