Boss Girls Productions - His face is a nice couch as well

Jamie-Kate was fed up. She had been waiting patiently for her bumbling loser of a boyfriend to purchase a new couch for the living room. She had spent hours browsing through catalogs, pinning pictures on Pinterest, and even designing her dream couch layout on several websites. But still, he had yet to deliver. Driven to the brink of madness by his constant procrastination, Jamie-Kate decided that enough was enough. If he wasn't going to get her the couch she so desperately wanted, then perhaps she would just have to use another part of his body as a seat instead. She grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him over to the wall where the gutter system was installed. Her eyes glinted with malicious intent as she began to secure his arms and legs to the metal beams that held up the weight of the house. Satisfied with her handiwork, Jamie-Kate stepped back and surveyed her work. Her boyfriend was now bound and helpless, left with no choice but to endure whatever punishment she had in store for him. And oh, did she ever have something planned! With a sinister smirk stretching across her lips, Jamie-Kate slowly lowered herself down onto her boyfriend's face. "Time for some face-sitting," she purred, grinding her crotch against his nose and mouth. "And don't worry, dear," she added with a laugh, "I'm sure your face will make for a much more comfortable seat than any couch ever could." As the minutes turned into hours, Jamie-Kate relished in her power over him. She leaned closer, breathing warm air onto his sensitive areas and occasionally moaning softly in pleasure. "How does it feel, baby?" she asked teasingly, her hands running through his hair, holding him in place. "Is this what it's like to be used as nothing more than a piece of furniture?" Her words hit their mark, and her boyfriend couldn't help but squirm underneath her. He tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled whimper. It was clear that he was both terrified and aroused by the situation, and Jamie-Kate took full advantage of that. She continued to ride him, grinding her hips against his face in a rhythmic motion that mirrored the act of sitting. As she did so, her breath became heavier, and her gasps for air only served to fuel his sexual desire. Finally, after what felt like an eternity for both parties involved, Jamie-Kate climaxed. She let out a long, moaning exhale and sagged against her boyfriend's body, her weight finally lifting off of him. Gasping for air, Jamie-Kate looked down at her victim. Tears streaked his face, and his body throbbed with both pain and pleasure. "How is your new couch treating you, baby?" she taunted, a wicked glint in her eye. "I think you've had enough seating for one day." With a final blow, Jamie-Kate stood up and stepped away, leaving him there, broken and humiliated. As she strutted off to find some ice for her sore muscles, she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of him enduring an even more uncomfortable night trying to catch his breath on . . . his own face.