Madame Marissa - Be my make-up chair, loser! (small version)

Madame Marissa - Be my make-up chair, loser! (small version)

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As Madame Marissa elegantly glided down the hallway, she heard the pathetic moans of her slave echoing behind her. She chuckled softly to herself, knowing full well that his discomfort was her sole purpose for keeping him around. With a flick of her wrist, she opened the door to her lavish boudoir and stepped inside, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Are you uncomfortable, slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Good!" She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him struggling to maintain his balance while supporting her weight on his face. "You're sitting on the floor for a reason," she continued, her tone growing colder. "I'm heading out to meet some friends in a couple of minutes and I need to touch up my make up before I leave. And I'll use your face as my make up chair." The slave's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen. Madame Marissa slowly lowered herself onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. Her full weight pressed down on his nose, flattening it against his face, and forcing his mouth open. He could feel her hair brushing against his cheeks as she leaned forward to examine herself in the mirror. "Yes, I know it's brutal getting your head tilted back with my full weight pressing down on your face," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But that's just how a seat pad's life is." She took a deep breath, enjoying the way his chest heaved up and down beneath her. "And the lack of oxygen doesn't help either, does it?" The slave tried to respond, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle. Madame Marissa laughed softly to herself, knowing that he was struggling to breathe. "Yes, you've got to use your arms to keep upright, which uses oxygen," she continued, her tone growing more mocking by the second. "You've got to endure the pain of your face getting flattened and your neck getting compressed, which uses oxygen... and you're panicking, which wastes even more oxygen." She paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of his terror-stricken eyes in the mirror. "Oh, you're really in trouble!" she purred, running her fingers through her hair. "Especially since I'll only let you breathe very briefly - and then sit down again immediately." With that, Madame Marissa stepped back from the mirror, her makeup perfect once again. The slave collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. As she prepared to leave, she turned back to him one last time, her eyes glinting with amusement. "And don't dare to collapse under me!" she warned, her voice dripping with venom. With that, she swept out of the room, leaving her helpless slave behind.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 18min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4994 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 649MB