Louise on her knees on the polished hardwood dancefloor, tailbone on the grain, lower back arched, the sky-blue A-line midi dress with white abstract floral line-art hiked around her waist, boat neckline bare across her shoulders, three-quarter sleeves twisted at the elbow, the flared skirt splayed in a rumpled pale-blue pool beneath her, the ornate crystal medallion belt buckle catching amber string-light at her hip, white pointed-toe pumps with criss-cross ankle straps, toes gripping the floor. The wide-brimmed light-blue fascinator hat tilting forward with her arched spine, white birdcage netting tangled around her jaw and neck, light-blue feathers splayed. Head tilted back fifteen degrees, mouth stretched wide and deep over the thick head of his cock, tongue flattened hard against the underside, a glossy thread of saliva trailing down her jaw, eyes squeezed half-lidded with that glazed hungry focus, wet-look slicked-back blonde hair fanned in a curl-matted halo across the hardwood, damp tendrils plastered to her cheekbone, smudged umber smoky eye, dragged kohl lines in profile, thick deep-wine glossy balm on overlined lips stretched taut around the head, crystal teardrop earrings swinging at her jaw. His left fist raked deep in her hair at the crown, knuckles white, pulling, his right hand braced on her hip, fingers digging into the flesh above the waistband, grey wool dress pants spread wide, untucked white shirt hem riding up, the base of his shaft in her free hand, manicured fingers with a silver ring wrapped tight around the warm flesh. The silver crystal-encrusted clutch dropped on its side by her knee, crystals scattering light. A full circle of wedding guests frozen, a blush-tulle guest with a rosé glass halted mid-sip, a burgundy-waistcoat guest with palms flat on his cheeks, two phones aloft with glowing screens, ivory-linen tables and peony centerpieces in creamy bokeh, fairy lights overhead washing the room in honeyed amber, DJ booth bleeding soft violet far off. Low floor-level angle, slightly left, full body of Louise in the dress spread, the man framed mid-thigh down through his hands, shallow depth of field, warm golden key light raking across her arched back and slicked hair, amber specular highlights on the saliva, wet hair, and wine-gloss lips, violet-magenta peripheral shadows, 8k, ultra-detailed, sky-blue fabric weave and white floral print catching the warm light, fashion-editorial explicit porn energy.