Madame Marissa - Cruel riding mistress facesitting

Madame Marissa - Cruel riding mistress facesitting

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As Madame Marissa stood over her bound and helpless slave, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. The rain pattered against the windows, creating an eerie symphony that seemed to echo her dark desires. With a cruel smirk, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You really think you're going to get off easy today, huh?" Her words were followed by a sinister chuckle as she snapped her fingers, demanding that he lay down on the soft velvet couch. Without hesitation, the slave hastened to obey, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. He knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. With a lewd grin, Madame Marissa strutted towards the couch, her riding pants clinging to her thick thighs. She climbed onto the couch, positioning herself straddling the slave's face. She felt his hot breath against her panties as she teasingly rubbed her inner thigh against his cheek. Without warning, she slammed her heavy ass down onto his face, her full weight driving him into the cushions. He gagged, trying to breathe through the suffocating mass of flesh pressing down on him. His nose flattened under her ass, and he could feel the outline of her panties against his skin. "Enjoy this, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "You should be thankful to feel my divine ass on your face. This is an honor that few are privileged to experience." As she began to grind her hips back and forth, her hard riding pants rubbing against his face, the slave could feel his will being crushed under the weight of her perverse pleasure. He tried to squirm out from under her, but the binds held him fast. Madame Marissa's face contorted into a sneer of delight as she felt the warmth of his breath against her sensitive skin. She leaned forward, her breasts dangling inches from his face as she reached down to pinch a nipple between her fingers. "You think this is torture?" she taunted, her voice dripping with cruel sarcasm. "I wouldn't even mind if you weren't here. I'd much rather ride my horse without worrying about some pathetic excuse for a human under my ass." The slave whimpered, his eyes pleading for mercy. But Madame Marissa wasn't done yet. She lifted her hips off the ground, arching her back as she placed the full weight of her body on his face once more. He groaned, feeling her heavy ass smothering him as he struggled for air. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she lifted herself off him, breathing heavily. Sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the rainwater that had found its way inside. "There," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "That's what you get for thinking you could take me on." With a snort of derision, she stood up, adjusting her riding pants as she looked down at the pathetic figure beneath her. "You're lucky," she said, her voice colder than ice. "Because if this were any other day, you'd be begging for mercy while I rode my horse." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the slave gasping for air under the weight of her cruelty.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 965MB