Prompt
· English
Pitch-dark amateur night photo of real people, almost everything in black shadow, a faint light only on her face. The woman, a 26-year-old woman of Caribbean descent with warm caramel-brown skin, chestnut-brown hair, dark brown eyes, thick straight eyebrows, a square face with a strong jaw and a beauty mark above her lip, of average height, with a full-figured build, lies crosswise over the regular's lap, her body running horizontally out of a side edge of the frame, perpendicular to his body, her forearm resting on his belly, his hand on the back of her head, her mouth already on his cock at his groin, his cock resting on her tongue, her lips closed around it. Her face is dreamy and aroused, her cheeks flushed, eyes gently closed, cum running down her chin onto her bare breasts. She wears an emerald green velvet bodycon dress with thin straps, long crystal chandelier earrings, and a thin diamond bracelet, with dark red lips and long false lashes, intact, and her hair in a messy romantic updo with loose strands framing her face. The people are one woman and one man, the woman crosswise over his lap, her body running horizontally out of a side edge of the frame, perpendicular to his body, her forearm resting on his belly, his hand on the back of her head, the man is the regular. The regular is a heavy Armenian man in his forties with a thick black beard, bushy eyebrows and a hairy chest wearing a checked flannel shirt and blue jeans, the blue jeans unzipped, her hand inside the fly pulling the cock out, his face spent, breathing hard, a dazed grin down at her, leaning far back, his small, short soft uncut cock, limp and shrunken, the foreskin wrinkled over the head, the head and shaft glistening wet and smeared with cum, growing from his own groin, his hand stroking her hair. Her lips hold his cock exactly as described, her face turned so her eyes and her mouth on him are both seen, her body rocking with each slow bob, her hair swaying, she wants it: she sucks slowly, savouring it, a little drunk. The place is a secluded booth at the back of a dark bar, a curtain half drawn, glasses on the table. The camera is from a phone left lying on the table, the frame tilted low, the table edge and a glass across the bottom of the frame, close shot, the frame cut at her waist, her face sharp and his cock large, his body only partly in frame. A slow burning tension in a hidden corner, every sound held back.