Prompt
· English
Amateur polaroid photo of real people. The woman, a 25-year-old woman of East Asian descent with medium olive-brown skin, soft black hair with brown glints, dark brown eyes, sharply angled eyebrows, a round face with full cheeks and a beauty mark above her lip, tall, with a curvy figure, sits on the floor at the feet of her lover, sitting back on her heels with her knees together, her head held still in his hand while he wipes himself on her. Her face is dazed: heavy-lidded eyes up at her lover, mouth hanging open, the tip of her tongue out toward his cock, cheeks flushed; both large heavy breasts are bare, their nipples stiff, her bra pulled down under them, a black lace thong is in place, sheer black thigh-high stockings with lace tops cover her legs, a gold wedding ring is plainly visible on her finger and small gold stud earrings adorn her ears, dramatic black smoky eyes, sharp contour and matte nude lips remain intact on her makeup, and her hair in a loose messy topknot comes apart. Three people, one woman, and two men, the men are her lover and her husband: Her lover, a balding man in his forties wearing a navy polo shirt and beige chinos, stands at the foot of the bed, cut at the chest by the frame edge, his body from the chest down in the frame, his face looking down at her, his fist grips the hair at the side of her head, tilting her face toward him, his other hand holding his soft limp cock at the base and pressing it to her face, his fly is open, the beige chinos unbuttoned and unzipped, waistband spread open, a small, short soft limp uncut cock grows from his own groin over his underwear, heavy and drooping, the loose foreskin slid forward over the head, the shaft wet with her spit and his cum, the soft wet shaft pressed flat against her temple and into the hair beside her face, smearing cum in it, strings of cum hang from her lips, a loose strand of hair stuck to her wet cheek, her hands resting on her thighs, she wants it: she is in her lover's power, held still by her head while he wipes himself on him. Her husband, a grey-haired man in his fifties wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, sits in the armchair a few steps away, fully dressed, the blue jeans fully on and closed, his mouth open, his eyes wide and glassy, a stunned flush on his cheeks. A hotel room at night, a king-size bed with rumpled white sheets, a grey armchair facing the bed a few steps from it, warm bedside lamps. From the side at her face height, a few steps away, vertical portrait frame, taller than wide, medium shot: her whole body sitting on the floor, her head at her lover's groin, her face sharp and clear, her husband in the armchair behind them, polaroid instant photo, unretouched skin with visible pores and small blemishes, faded colours, soft focus, vignette. A smug, sticky stillness fills the room, the husband left staring.