I supported his head, guiding him to kiss my breasts, then slowly sat down, allowing my vagina to gradually adapt and fully embrace this full-length penis. “Oh… ah… hmm… your shaft is so thick—slow down, please… it’s already pressing against my uterus, and it feels a bit stiff!” I’d never been stimulated by such a broad, sturdy penis before, hadn’t I? Ah… I stammered out requests to him, pleading for gentler pressure, yet he paid no attention at all. He pressed on in his own rhythm, powerfully driving his hips upward with each motion, pushing me toward climax. With every advance of his shaft, my pleasure intensified—so much so that what had once felt like mere intimacy now seemed trivial, as if the very presence of this penis was the true protagonist of our experience. Though he didn’t maintain continuous thrusts for long, I already sensed myself on the brink of reaching peak ecstasy; I bit down on my lips to prevent a loud cry, yet inside, I was desperate to scream—my body felt like it would burst apart. Fortunately, the afternoon at the internet café was quiet, and we were nestled in a cozy corner, so I lowered my voice and softly hummed: “I can’t hold on anymore… yes… uh… I’m splitting open… coming… coming… stop… I’m going to die!” He responded to my encouragement by increasing the strength and pace of his hip movements. I no longer cared what happened—my focus was simply on being firmly, rhythmically penetrated as his body rose and fell with each thrust. His own breasts swayed in response to this motion. The movement was so powerful that when he pushed upward, he actually pushed me off the seat divider; I saw several men across the way startled by this sudden shift. Now I had no control over what unfolded—watching as one of these sturdy men reached for my hips and firmly guided his rigid penis into my vagina. Just as I was about to reach climax in a more comfortable position, I simply stepped off my high heels and sat down on the sofa, pressing my back firmly against his shaft. The eager gazes of those men heightened my excitement; I began to feel truly transported by this shared spectacle. So much so that I even looked forward to enjoying it as an audience member. Thus, I removed my chest bra, allowing my breasts to rise and fall freely. This movement also stirred his already erect penis into greater arousal. He then stood up, placing me on the computer desk, arms wrapped firmly around my legs, driving in with intense, vigorous thrusts. “No… no… I can’t hold on anymore… I’m dying… let me die!”