Photographic film still, medium close-up from a slightly low angle looking up. A blonde woman, long wavy hair dumped past her shoulders in a tangled mess of loose curls, dark roots peeking at an off-center part. Thick plum-and-black smokey paint caked heavy across her lids, liner dragged razor-sharp at the outer corners, pale washed-out blue-grey irises rolled up toward her brow. Skin slick with that tacky oily gloss, a smear of highlighter over a warm tan base. Glossy pink lips yanked wide open, top teeth bared and glistening. Her head is cranked back at a brutal angle, chin jutting high, throat fully stretched and elongated as a thick wet cock is buried deep past her mouth, the shaft wedged hard against the back of her palate, her tongue shoved flat against the roof of her mouth, a visible bulge of the head pressing into her gullet. Neck muscles corded and tensed, the throat visibly distended and stretched around the buried length. She's in a sheer polka-dot mesh top, the see-through dot fabric bunched and stretched taut at her chest, a yellow-green underlayer poking through the gaps. Her hands grip his inner thighs, fingers digging hard into the muscle. His hips are braced against her lower belly, the brutal forward angle of the thrust driving the cock deep, her jaw dropped, a thin line of spit stringing from her lower lip. Backdrop is a blurry mottled brick-red wall, soft and out of focus. Warm harsh key light from the upper left raking across her face and throat, catching the glossy sheen on her skin and the wet glisten on the cock. Slightly desaturated color grade, fine grain of 16mm film stock.