My hair is long, wavy, dark chocolate. It falls gently on my shoulders and part of it falls forward, slightly covering one of my collarbones. My face is soft and harmonious, with calm symmetry. My eyes are large, warm, greenish-amber, with a slight glint of dreaminess. My eyebrows are natural, thick and beautifully curved, giving expressiveness to my gaze. My nose is fine, straight, but with a slight rounding towards the tip, which makes my profile softer. My lips are full, but not flashy, natural, with a slight pink tint. My jaw is delicate, with a smooth contour, and my cheekbones are slightly raised, as if I am always smiling with my inner world. My height is average, about 1.68. I have a graceful posture, not a mannequin's, but a natural one — one that radiates ease but also stability. My body doesn't try to be perfect. It just is — and that's exactly its charm. My shoulders are gently rounded, but not slouched — wide enough. My breasts are moderate, well-shaped, with their natural weight and symmetry. They sit in harmony with the body — not for show, but for feeling. My waist is clearly defined, but not tight from effort — but from a natural shape that follows a feminine line. My hips are soft and rounded, not too wide, but enough to create the feeling of warmth, comfort and home. My legs are firm, but not athletically dry. My arms are long, with expressive fingers. My nails — clean, without polish. I'm sitting on the lap of a naked, healthy, slightly dark-skinned man with a huge penis. And he himself is sitting on a chair. All I can see from him are his legs under me, his huge penis that pierces me deep in the anus, and his strong hands that have grabbed my waist and are pushing me down for deeper penetration of his penis into my anus. And my face is written with slight pain, fear and pleasure!