Prompt
· English
Amateur polaroid photo of real people. The woman, a 45-year-old woman of Caribbean descent with light beige skin, hair dyed pastel pink, warm brown eyes, sharply angled eyebrows and a heart-shaped face with a pointed chin, tall, with a slender build, has a pleading expression with glossy half-closed eyes, pinched brows, and lips parted around a whispered please, her cheeks holding a soft, even pink glow. Her body language is eager and tense as she sits on the steel handrail along the wall, her back against the flat satin-bright steel surface, her legs spread wide over the shoulders of the night guard. Her burgundy silk blouse is unbuttoned and pulled open, exposing her very large heavy breasts with dark stiff nipples, while her dusty pink wool short skirt is bunched into a roll of fabric around her waist, leaving her bare hips and pussy uncovered with her lace thong pulled aside. Her hair is in a messy bun with a twisted collar and a crooked earring, and her makeup consists of neat brown smoky eyes and an intact nude lip. The shift supervisor, a huge fat man in his forties with a thick black beard, wears a navy security guard jacket over a grey shirt with a radio on his belt, his uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs, revealing a rock-hard cut cock with a smooth flared mushroom head, the shaft curving slightly upward with thick veins along it. His face shows heavy half-closed eyes, a slack jaw, and an open mouth groaning with a red flush on his forehead as he stands crushed against her side, one huge hand pinning both her wrists together above her head against the wall, his other huge hand fisted in her hair, and his tongue in her mouth in a sloppy hungry kiss while he licks and sucks at her neck. The night guard, a huge broad man who is thick and heavy all over in his fifties with slicked-back hair and heavy stubble, wears a dark grey guard uniform shirt with rolled sleeves and a lanyard badge stretched over his belly, his uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs, revealing a rock-hard circumcised cock with a blunt rounded dark red head and a clear ridge under it, the shaft curving to the left with veins along the shaft. His face has closed eyes, an open mouth working against her, and flushed deep red cheeks as he kneels on the floor in front of her, both huge hands clamped on her thighs, his face buried between her thighs with his tongue dragging up through her wet pussy. In the extreme foreground along the bottom of the frame, heavily out of focus, the patrol guard's blurred uniform shoulder and belly are visible with his hard cock hanging out of his open fly as a soft pale blur close to the lens. They are in a compact office-tower elevator car with grey panelled walls, a steel handrail, and a floor indicator over the shut doors, the quiet tower surrounding them. The camera is positioned high from the corner of the car, looking down at the three of them like a security camera, capturing a full-length shot of the three of them and the wall behind them with her face sharp and clear. A single flickering ceiling lamp illuminates the scene, rendered as a polaroid instant photo with unretouched skin showing visible pores and small blemishes, faded colours, soft focus, and a vignette. A cold white strip light hums over the stalled car while the empty tower remains silent around them.