Prompt
· English
Amateur polaroid photo of real people. The woman, a 26-year-old woman of East Asian descent with fair skin with cool undertones, soft black hair with brown glints, warm brown eyes, sharply angled eyebrows and a square face with a strong jaw, tall, with a muscular build with strong arms, kneels at the feet of the bartender facing him with her back held stiff and her elbow tucked in against her side while pinching his wet limp cock just behind the head with two fingertips a hand's width below her chin. The neckline of her navy evening gown is dragged down so both medium round breasts spill out bare over it, and she wears a diamond tennis bracelet and small diamond studs on her wrist and ears with dark red lips and long false lashes neatly applied on her face and her hair pulled up in a high sleek ponytail. Her face is sly: eyes wide, staring at the tip of his cock, lips sealed tight, chin tucked in, a big gulp going down her throat, the cords of her neck standing out, one brow arched, cheeks flushed, with thick white cum splattered across her nose and chin, her closed lips coated in it, sticky white streaks running down toward her jaw, and thick white drops of cum across her chest. Two people, one woman, and one man, the man is the bartender. The bartender is a heavy Armenian man in his forties wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a short black apron and black trousers, the black trousers unbuttoned and unzipped with the waistband spread open, cut at the chest by the frame edge with his belly, open fly, thighs and one arm in the frame, standing upright in front of her with his chest and face high above her. A small, short soft uncut cock grows from his open fly, limp and heavy in her grip, the loose foreskin wrinkled over the head, only the tip peeking out, the whole shaft wet and glossy with her saliva, a sticky white bead of cum at the tip. The head of his wet limp cock is pinched between two fingertips of her hand, her other three fingers fanned out stiffly, the shaft sagging from her fingertips down to his fly, while his hand is clamped around the back of her neck with his thumb and fingers squeezing both sides of it. Her shoulders are hunching up as she swallows in a frozen instant of movement. She wants it because she just sucked him off on a drunk dare and is proud of it. The place is a narrow dark whisky bar with brick walls and dim Edison bulbs over the counter. The camera takes a close eye-level three-quarter view from beside his hip at the height of her face. The framing is a vertical portrait frame taller than wide, a close-up cut just below her breasts with her face large and sharp and her hand and his limp cock just below her chin. The photo style is a polaroid instant photo with unretouched skin showing visible pores and small blemishes, faded colours, soft focus, and a vignette. The atmosphere is a hidden corner turned into a reckless game, the darkness making everything funnier.