Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Smother or drown? Full HD Version 1080p

[Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom] In the blistering heat of the summertime, the slave found himself curled up on the cool marble floors of his mistress's luxurious villa. Despite his desire to find some shade or escape from the sun, his exhausted body refused to move. Sweating profusely, he could feel the sticky moisture between his buttocks, making it uncomfortable to sit down. After much deliberation, the slave decided to modify his position and shifted his weight onto one hip, propping himself up on an elbow. It provided some relief but didn't fix the problem entirely. Just then, he heard his mistress's melodious voice echo through the empty hallways. Dea Nemesi strolled in, her flawless figure dressed in a thin, white cotton robe that barely concealed her voluptuous curves. "What is this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Does my pet find this floor more comfortable than my couch?" Feeling a wave of shame wash over him, the slave swallowed nervously. "Mistress, I... I tried to find a cool spot." She chuckled softly before gesturing for him to stand up. "Very well then, let's see if this pathetic excuse for a couch can offer you some relief." She led him into the adjoining living room, where a plush armchair sat in the center. As Dea Nemesi watched, the slave slowly sank into the soft cushions, a blissful expression spreading across his sunburnt face. "Ahh," he sighed, "this feels amazing." "I'm glad you approve," she said with a smirk, walking around the chair to face him. "And since you seem to appreciate it so much, why don't you do me a favor and sit on my face while you're at it?" The slave froze, his eyes widening in horror. However, before he could protest, she leaned forward and opened her robe, revealing her smooth, toned stomach. A coy smile crept onto her lips. "Come now, it'll be fun. And who knows? You might even find the scent of my perfumed feminine skin and sweet nectar arousing." Reluctantly, the slave lowered himself onto the chair, feeling his cock brush against Dea Nemesi's soft abdomen. She grinned up at him, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "Not so uncomfortable now, is it?" For a while, they remained like that, the slave enjoying the sensation of being cradled by the comfortable chair, and Dea Nemesi reveling in the warmth generated by his body. However, as the minutes passed, an odd sensation started to build inside her. Clearing her throat, Dea Nemesi shifted slightly underneath the slave's weight. "Well, since you seem to be enjoying it so much, perhaps you should take your turn being a cushion for me." She waggled her eyebrows playfully. Confused, the slave looked down at her, puzzled. "Wh-what do you mean, Mistress?" With one swift movement, Dea Nemesi pushed the slave off her lap, causing him to stumble backward. She rose gracefully from the chair and circled around him, her expression neutral. "I think it's very kind of you to offer yourself as a footstool for your mistress," she said, smirking. Before he could react, she lifted one delicate leg and placed it on his shoulder. "Now, then," she purred, "time to find out if you're just as comfortable supporting my weight as I am supporting yours." As the slave struggled under the growing weight of his mistress, he couldn't help but notice the bulge forming in her robe. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. She was going to pee on him! "Wait, Mistress!" He cried, panicking. "Please, don't!" Dea Nemesi chuckled softly, leaning forward. "Oh, calm down, pet. It's just a little relief for both of us. Isn't that what you want?" She teased, spreading her legs slightly, increasing his predicament. "Now, sit back and enjoy the show." With those words, she released her flow of golden nectar down onto the slave's upturned face. He closed his eyes and gulped as the warm liquid cascaded over him, grateful for the cooling sensation it provided. When she finally finished, she leaned back, admiring her handiwork. "Now, clean yourself up properly," she commanded, her tone now stern. "And make sure you give me the same level of attention." Feeling humiliated, the slave struggled to his feet and knelt before his mistress, ready to perform his duty.