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Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training

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Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training
Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training
Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training

Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training

Madame Marissa, dressed in a pair of tight jeans that hugged her shapely behind perfectly, walked into the room where her bound slave lay on the floor. She couldn't help but feel a surge of power as she surveyed her helpless victim. Today, she decided, would be a day of brutal facesitting training. With a wicked grin on her face, she knelt down next to the bound box and positioned herself, her full weight pressing down on the ropes that held the slave in place. She knew exactly what this felt like - the abrasive texture of the jeans rubbing against the tender skin of his face, the crushing weight of her body on top of his, making every breath a struggle. "Today," she said, her voice low and menacing, "you will learn to endure the pain and discomfort of being a seatpad for your mistress." And with that, she leaned forward, pushing her lower body against the slave's face, feeling his lips part under the pressure. His breath was hot against her skin, and she savored the power she held over him in that moment. For hours, Madame Marissa maintained this position, sitting on the slave's face with varying degrees of force and intensity. Sometimes she would press down hard, feeling his body shudder underneath her, while at other times she would lean back and allow him a brief moment to catch his breath. But no matter what, she always came back, imposing herself on him again and again. As the night wore on, both physically and mentally exhausted, Madame Marissa finally released her grip on the slave's face. He lay there, panting heavily, his cheeks red and raw from the relentless pressure. It had been a long and grueling session, but she knew that it was only the beginning of what he would have to endure as her loyal seatpad. With a final glance at her battered victim, Madame Marissa stood up, her jeans still damp from his saliva and tears. She relished the image of her slave, helpless and at her mercy, and knew that this was exactly where he belonged.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 934MB

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