Madame Marissa - Facesitting at the paddock

Madame Marissa - Facesitting at the paddock

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As I dismounted from my horse and stepped down onto the soft grass of the paddock, my senses were immediately assaulted by the sweet, earthy scent of horse manure and the salty sweat that had soaked through my riding clothes. I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as I stroked the flank of my trusty steed, who whinnied softly in response to my touch. It was then that I noticed him, lying prostrate on the ground a short distance away. His dark eyes locked onto mine as he waited patiently for my command. With a cruel smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, I sauntered over to him, the leather reins in my hand snapping sharply against his skin. "Up, slave," I commanded, my voice low and menacing. He struggled to his feet, his expression a mix of fear and anticipation. "Now lie down," I ordered, gesturing imperiously towards the ground. Obediently, he complied, his body trembling beneath the weight of his own expectations. I climbed onto his chest, my legs straddling his shoulders, and lowered myself down onto his face. The heat of my body enveloped him, pressing him into the cool grass beneath him. His breath hitched in his throat as I began to rock back and forth, grinding my hips against his mouth. "Mmmm," I moaned, my voice muffled by the fabric of my riding pants. "You smell just as good as my horse," I purred, leaning down to run my tongue along the edge of his ear. "But then again," I added with a wicked chuckle, "you're supposed to, aren't you?" The leather of my riding crop cracked against the air, sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," I reassured him, placing a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently. "I won't ride you too hard." With that, I began a slow and steady rhythm, moving up and down on his face, taking pleasure in the way he struggled against his bonds. I could feel his warm breath against my thighs, the soft whimpers vibrating against my skin. "That's it, slave," I cooed, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. "Take it all in." And so we remained, caught in a twisted dance of dominance and submission, for what seemed like hours. The horses in the background ignored us, their steady breathing the only sound that broke the silence. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, I pulled myself off of him and stood up, stretching my sore muscles from the long ride. "That's enough for now," I said, reaching down to unbuckle the leash. "But don't think you're off the hook just yet." With a wicked grin, I turned and walked back towards the stables, leaving him there to wonder what his next punishment might be.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 857MB