Prompt
· English
Amateur phone photo of real people. the woman, a 27-year-old woman, of Western European descent with warm golden-tan skin, honey-blonde hair, pale light-blue eyes, thin fine eyebrows, a face wider at the jaw than at the temples and a small birthmark on one cheek, of average height, with a slender build, is on all fours on a big striped beach towel spread on the sand beside the bamboo bench, both her hands planted flat on the towel, her nails freshly manicured, her skin clean, smooth and well-groomed, her head turned over her left shoulder toward the lens; her bare bottom is out with her sundress pushed up to her waist, her bare breasts hanging down under her with her sundress pulled down below her breasts and bunched around her belly, she wears big gold hoop earrings and a layered gold necklace, her makeup consists of smoky eyes and dark berry lipstick, and her sleek glossy long hair is neatly styled in soft waves. Her face is tensing up: her brows drawn tight together, her eyes narrowed on the lens over her shoulder, her lips parted in a held breath, her cheeks flushed deep pink, a thin shine of cum on her lower lip. Two people in front, the woman and one man, and four or five more men standing around them, watching and waiting their turn, the man is the lifeguard: the lifeguard kneels upright right behind her, his groin pressed flat against her raised bottom, his cock rock-hard and uncut buried to the root in her anus growing from his open fly among his pubic hair, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her hard against his groin. The lifeguard is a slim young Thai man in his early twenties, tanned, short black hair, in a white tank top, his board shorts pushed down. Her back is long and sloping up from her shoulders to her raised bottom, caught mid-thrust with her ass cheeks rippling from the impact, her breasts swinging, and her hair flying, and she wants it, greedy and proud, taking them one after another. A low bamboo bench stands 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 has glowing street food carts, a tuk-tuk passing, motorbikes and tourists strolling past with fruit shakes, and a stack of folded sarongs, a bottle of massage oil and a pair of flip-flops lie in the sand by the bench. The vertical portrait frame captures a close candid snapshot from just above her left shoulder, the lens about half a metre from her face, looking along her body toward her hips, with her face large and sharp at the lower left of the frame, turned up over her left shoulder into the lens, focus locked on her eyes, her straight arms and her hands on the towel at the bottom edge; to the right of her head her shoulders and her whole bare back run diagonally up the frame to her raised bare bottom at the upper right, where the lifeguard kneels upright, his face and chest above her bottom, while blurred dark silhouettes of other men and the glow of the food cart lights appear beyond. Cold white fluorescent tubes of the street food carts and coloured fairy lights from the road fall over the hut roofs onto her face and skin, the rear of the huts in deep shadow, greenish and pink tints, warm skin tones, rendered as a low-light phone photo with high ISO noise and grain, slightly soft focus, a touch of motion blur, muddy shadows, a warm white-balance cast, and visible JPEG compression. Squeezed behind the massage huts, the beach road busy a few steps away on the other side of the wall.
