Prompt

The room was dark save for a sliver of low-night glow from the window, falling across the wooden table where the man lay flat on his back. She straddled him in the cowgirl position, her black hijab slipping loose against the damp weight of her long, wavy hair—sweat tracing her temples and the oiled sheen of her collarbones. Her red lingerie was pushed aside, lace bunched at her hip, while her full bush spread darkly over the base of his thick shaft as she sank onto him in a deep, slow ride. He pulled her into a tight embrace, chest to chest, tongue to tongue, his arms wrapped around the heavy curve of her back, fingers pressing into the soft give of cellulite and stretch marks along her thighs and buttocks. Her back arched, teeth clenched, expression twisted and raw, as her large breasts pressed flat against his sternum. Behind them, the dark walls absorbed the movement: the low angle caught it all—a grainy Polaroid frame of skin, shadow, and the close heat of two bodies tangled in a cramped slum room near the city's edge.

Negative Aufforderung

Closed eyes. Anal. Four fingers, black man, exposed hair