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Madame Marissa - A long, and very expensive, facesitting session

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Madame Marissa - A long, and very expensive, facesitting session
Madame Marissa - A long, and very expensive, facesitting session
Madame Marissa - A long, and very expensive, facesitting session

Madame Marissa - A long, and very expensive, facesitting session

As Madame Marissa, I couldn't help but chuckle at your eager enthusiasm. Indeed, you had agreed to my terms and conditions, but little did you know that I was about to make this session even more enticing - and expensive - for you. You found yourself in my luxurious parlor, dressed in your best formal attire. Your heart raced with anticipation as you awaited your first taste of true facesitting bliss. When I finally entered the room, you couldn't help but gasp at the sight of me, dressed to impress in my lavish gown and lingerie. I took my time, savoring every moment of power as I positioned myself comfortably on top of you. The weight of my breasts pressing against your chest only added to the surreal sensation that engulfed your entire being. My soft, supple buttocks gently settled against your face, and I could feel your desperate attempts to take that first breath. But alas, I was in control. And for each attempt at breathing, I would extract another fifty euros from your wallet. This session was going to cost you, my dear. But I knew you wouldn't mind paying such a high price for the privilege of having your face buried deep in my divine derriere. As the minutes turned into hours, you began to lose track of time. The only thing that mattered now was my ass, and the blissful feeling it brought every time it pressed against your face. You could feel yourself growing weaker, your body screaming for oxygen. But still, you held on, determined not to break my rules. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your arm as I reached down and grabbed your wallet. With a wicked grin, I counted out the money, my long, manicured nails tracing every inch of your skin as they flipped through the bills. "You've done well, my dear," I purred, pulling your face closer to my ass. "You've certainly earned the right to breathe again." And with that, I leaned forward, letting a single gust of air brush across your lips. It was the sweetest breath you had ever tasted, and you eagerly took in as much as you could before I pulled back again, now demanding another hundred euros for this precious privilege. The session went on like this for what felt like an eternity. Each time you thought you couldn't hold your breath any longer, I would grant you a brief moment of reprieve - for a price. And with each payment, your wallet grew thinner, and your desire for this unique form of pleasure only intensified. As the sun began to rise, signaling the end of our time together, I finally allowed you to catch your breath. You lay there, exhausted but exhilarated, every muscle in your body aching from the effort of holding your breath for so long. But the memories of my divine derriere pressing against your face would stay with you forever. Until next time, my dear. Yours truly, Madame Marissa

Category: Facesitting
Length: 25min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 2202MB

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