POV from a man's chest looking up at a woman of Indian heritage straddling him, olive-tanned skin, dark brown hair cascading over both shoulders in loose waves, slicked back at the crown, full lips parted in a moan, sharp cheekbones, dark brows furrowed, gold drop earrings swinging. She is sitting on his face, knees braced on the white seamless studio floor, her deep cobalt-blue satin halter-neck dress pushed up past her breasts exposing her bare tits, areolas dark and tight, the halter knot still at her throat. Her cunt is clamped down around his cock, the shaft visible at the junction of her thighs, her inner labia swollen and glistening, a sheen of precum on his shaft. Her hands are raked deep in his hair, elbows flared, shoulders hunched, back arched, head thrown back with her jaw stretched and mouth open in a screaming climax, tongue visible. Silver strappy cage sandals planted on the white floor, soles flat. White seamless backdrop, warm soft key light from the upper left rim-lighting her shoulders and the satin folds at her waist.