m5
character: aerith_gainsborough
1girl, 1boy, aerith gainsborough, brown hair, long hair, braid, braided ponytail, parted bangs, sidelocks, wavy hair, green eyes, red elegant gown, strapless dress, bare shoulders, medium breasts, cleavage, necklace, pink lips, closed mouth, very drunk, flushed face, half-closed eyes, unfocused eyes, blank stare, amnesia, dazed, sweat, sweat on skin, shiny skin, bruise on forehead, cum on face, cum on cheek, cum in hair, lying on ground, lying on back, on back, alley, trash, garbage, night, darkness, city street, poor hut, shack, homeless male, dirty male, standing male, torn clothes, grime on skin, moreton on forehead, male hand on female head, hand on head, handjob, penis, penis near face, penis in hand, female hand on penis, adult, explicit, spoken_heart, heavy_breathing, trembling, motion_lines
Night in a Midgar alley, seen from a high, slightly downward three-quarter angle that looks along the ground: Aerith lies on her back in the trash-strewn lane, her brown braided ponytail fanned out across the cracked pavement, the braid's ribbon soaked and flattened. She wears the red strapless gown, the fabric hiked up around her thighs after the fall, shoulders bare, necklace slipped sideways across one collarbone, pink lips pressed shut. Her eyes are half-lidded and unfocused, gaze drifting past everything toward the darkness between the buildings, pupils blown wide with drink, a dull bruise blooming on her forehead and her flushed cheek shiny with sweat. Higher up the lane stands a gaunt homeless man in torn, grimy clothes, his skin streaked with dirt, a raw moreton raised over one brow; he braces his weight on the wall of the poor shack behind him with one shoulder and leans over her, one heavy hand pressed flat onto the crown of her head, fingers buried in her hair. His cock juts from his open fly down toward her face, and her hand curls around its shaft, thumb dragging up the length in short slow pulls as it twitches against her knuckles, her forearm braced on her own chest. Cum streaks the side of her face, thick on her cheek and clotted in a strand of her hair. Her breath is short, her chest rising shallowly, one knee bent and the other leg slack against the garbage bags beside her. The only light is a single flickering streetlamp at the alley mouth, cold on the wet pavement and the trash, its pool falling short of them so the figures are rim-lit and rimmed in shadow, darkness closing in beyond. Red, black, and grimy sodium amber, nothing else admitted. Drained, sordid.
Nov 10, 2026 6:47 AM