Kneeling on a varnished plank floor, a dark-haired woman with her head cocked back and her tongue lapping the head of a penis held to her mouth by a man's hand. Her eyes are half-lidded, her bare chest hanging, two full breasts exposed under a pushed-up black lace bandeau, areolas a dull tan. A short black lace skirt rides up over her hips, black lace garter bands strap across her upper thighs over sheer stockings, and her feet are planted in glossy black pumps with red patterned toes. She's sandwiched between three men in button-down shirts and slacks—tan, lavender, and a pale gray-striped one—each one in dress trousers with a belt, none of them in a jacket, all of them holding their own upright penis in their own hand, one of which she's sucking while the other two are bunched against her flanks. Her hands, painted with white-tipped nails, are reaching around to grip one of them. The composition is tight and vertical, shot at waist height, the men's torsos filling the top frame and their legs the sides, the woman crammed in the middle on her knees, doing the work with her mouth. Clinical, crowded, and explicit, a group of clothed men surrounding a kneeling woman in lingerie, one penis in her mouth, two held in her hands, a third held in front. That's the whole picture.