Prompt
· English
Amateur polaroid photo of real people. The woman, a 39-year-old woman of Southern European descent with warm golden-tan skin, light brown hair, green eyes, high arched eyebrows, an oval face and a small birthmark on one cheek, tall, with a slender build, has her face lost in it with eyes half closed and watering a little, brows pinched up, her lips stretched wide around his cock, soft pink cheeks. Her body language shows her wide awake, willing and fully into it, having started this herself. She kneels on the floor of the car in front of him, both her hands pushing his big belly up out of the way, her face level with his groin. She wears a navy jersey wrap top still on, rumpled, and a dusty pink wool short skirt riding up her thighs, appearing as a bunched roll of fabric around her waist. Her hair is pinned up with a big tortoiseshell claw clip and she wears neat natural makeup with a matte nude lip, intact. The shift supervisor is a massive bear-like man in his thirtths with thinning blond hair and a stubbled jaw, wearing a navy security uniform shirt stretched over his belly with a name tag and a radio on the shoulder, the uniform trousers open and pushed down his thighs. His cock is a rock-hard circumcised cock with a flat-topped broad head, the shaft straight and ridged with veins. His face shows a stunned open-mouthed stare down at her, brows raised high, cheeks flushed, grinning in disbelief at his luck. He stands towering over her, one of his huge hands fisted in her hair, his other huge hand braced on the wall, and he thrusts into her mouth. He holds her there with his whole length in her mouth, his big body shaking, groaning above her. His thick veined cock is 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, his heavy balls against her chin, wet and shining. They are in a compact office-tower elevator car with grey panelled walls, a steel handrail and a floor indicator over the door, stalled between floors with the doors sealed and the whole tower silent. A fisheye lens in the ceiling corner captures a vertical portrait frame, taller than wide, showing a full-length shot of the two of them, the floor of the car at the bottom of the frame, her face sharp and clear. The scene is lit by the pale strip of the emergency light and the red glow of the alarm button. The photo style is a polaroid instant photo, unretouched skin with visible pores and small blemishes, faded colours, soft focus, vignette. An alarm button glowing red on the panel sits in the late-night silence behind the closed doors.