Madame Marissa - Cardio-training for losers - merciless facesitting! (small version)

Madame Marissa - Cardio-training for losers - merciless facesitting! (small version)

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As Madame Marissa entered the room, she was still breathing heavily from her own workout. Her muscles ached, but she was determined to give her client a workout he wouldn't soon forget. She approached him with a wicked grin, her sweat-soaked sports bra and shorts clinging to her body. "Welcome, little seat pad," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I just finished my jogging workout, and now it's time for yours." She leaned down, her full breasts practically spilling out of her bra, and placed one hand on his chest. "Oh," she said, her voice taking on a mocking tone, "you already have trouble breathing when I just kneel on your chest? It's going to get a lot worse than that." With that, Madame Marissa climbed onto the exercise ball, positioning herself directly above her client's face. She lowered her sweat-slickened ass onto his mouth, grinding against his lips and tongue. He tried to gasp for air, but she slapped her hand over his mouth, chuckling darkly. "See? You already can't breathe with my ass on your face. Imagine what it will be like when I add my full weight." Slowly, Madame Marissa began to sink down onto him, her entire body pressing him into the floor. He struggled for air, his head thrashing from side to side under her enormous butt. Every time he thought he couldn't take anymore, she'd pause for a brief moment before slamming back down onto his face. "You're doing great, little seat pad," she panted, her breath hot against his ear. "Now just imagine how much more you can take when I really begin to ride you." As the minutes ticked by, Madame Marissa's ass pounded relentlessly against his face, her thighs shaking with every powerful thrust. His limbs grew weaker, his mind reeling from the lack of oxygen. But even as he felt himself reaching his limits, he couldn't help but admire the raw power and dominance of the woman riding him into submission. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa climbed off him, her breathing heavy. She stood over him for a moment, admiring her handiwork. He lay there, panting, crimson-faced and utterly spent. "Not bad," she said, giving him a slow, sensual wink. "You might just have what it takes to be my personal seat pad after all."

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4995 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 389MB