A realistic woman in her early thirties on her knees, the crystal goblet tipped forward at her lips, her head tilted back, her throat exposed, a thick river of cum running from her hairline down her face and neck, her blonde hair a matted wet mass on her skull, the blue iris flower and white blossoms buried, steel-blue eyes closed, her cheeks hollowed and working as she swallows a heavy mouthful of the thick white sperm from the glass, a thin line of seed trailing from the corner of her mouth down her chin, her pearl drop earrings lost, her gold choker coated, her white period-style gown a full saturated canvas of cum, the plunging neckline a thick glossy sheet of seed, the gold scrollwork trim caked, the puffed sleeves heavy with spots, the skirt soaked and clinging, the cream lace garter strap saturated, her white strappy heels standing in a white puddle on the marble platform. Her free hand reaches up and tangles in her matted hair, fingers dragging through the wet clumps of blonde and seed, her expression one of deep satisfied savoring, a small contented smile through the thick coat of cum, the goblet held at a steep angle, the last thick drops of sperm visible on the inner glass, the warm amber ballroom lighting catching the glossy surface of the seed on her face and the glass, the cracked marble walls and carved rosette panels behind her, the crowd of men softly blurred in the background, some already leaving, cinematic photorealistic, close medium shot at her eye level, the goblet and her face in sharp focus, shallow depth of field.