Boss Girls Productions - Hard Jeansfacesitting with Goddess Liana - small version

Goddess Liana was in charge of her slave's every move, and today she had decided that he would be her personal chair. She wanted to experience the pleasure of sitting on someone's face while wearing her favorite pair of jeans. As the slave knelt before her, he could feel his heart racing with anticipation. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't help but worry about the discomfort he would soon endure. But he also knew that it was his duty to please Goddess Liana in any way she demanded. With a smirk on her lips, Liana slowly lowered herself onto the slave's face. The denim fabric pressed against his skin, making him shiver with anticipation. She leaned forward until her weight was fully on his mouth and nose, holding herself up with one hand on the wall. As he tried to catch his breath, he could feel the warmth of her body against his face. With every breath she took, the denim cushioning would shift against his skin, causing tiny shocks of pleasure-pain to course through his body. Liana began to wiggle her hips back and forth, grinding her body into the slave's face. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as she felt the movement against her clit. The friction between her jeans and his skin was driving her wild. Despite the discomfort, the slave couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. He could feel the outline of Liana's pussy lips through the denim, teasing him with every grind. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel good, even if it meant enduring the pain of her weight on his face. Minutes turned into hours as Liana rode her slave's face, using him as her personal pleasure tool. He could feel the sweat building up on his forehead as he struggled to breathe through the fabric. But he would never complain, because complaints were for the weak. As the session finally came to an end, Liana pulled away with a satisfied smirk. She stepped back, allowing the slave to catch his breath. He looked up at her, his eyes glassy with pain and pleasure mixed together. "Not bad for a slave, huh?" she teased, running her hand down his chest. He nodded weakly, his body trembling from the exertion. "Don't worry," she purred, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'll make it up to you later." With that, she walked away, leaving the slave to clean up the mess on his face. But despite the pain and discomfort, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had pleased his Goddess, and that was all that mattered.