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Madame Marissa - Hard and painful full-weight facesitting

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Madame Marissa - Hard and painful full-weight facesitting
Madame Marissa - Hard and painful full-weight facesitting
Madame Marissa - Hard and painful full-weight facesitting

Madame Marissa - Hard and painful full-weight facesitting

Madame Marissa, renowned for her cruel and exquisite dominance, had devised a sadistic new punishment for her slave. Today, she would sit on his face with her full weight, crushing him beneath her magnificent ass. The thought alone sent shivers down his spine. She began by positioning herself over his prostrate form, her legs extended and muscular thighs framing his head. With a wicked grin, she lowered herself onto his face, her soft cheeks meeting his lips and nose. He gasped as the pressure mounted, feeling her warm breath against his skin. "Take a deep breath, slave," she purred, her voice echoing in his ears. But as soon as he inhaled, she shifted her weight, grinding her hips against his face. He felt the rough texture of her lace panties scrape against his skin, and a wave of pain shot through his jaw. "No, no," she chided, her tongue darting out to playfully lick his forehead. "That's not how you show your appreciation for your mistress's weight." She leaned forward, pinning him beneath the full weight of her ample breasts. He could feel her erect nipples pressing into his closed eyes, and the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through his body. "Now, let me hear you beg," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Tell me how much you deserve this." He couldn't speak, his mind and body overwhelmed by her dominance. But he managed a groan, which seemed to amuse her. She chuckled darkly and leaned back, granting him a moment of relief. But it was short-lived. With a sudden movement, she slid her wet pussy lips over his mouth, muffling his scream as she ground her hips against his face. He tasted her sweet nectar, mixed with the salty tang of her skin. "That's it, slave," she purred. "Drink your mistress's essence. Prove to me that you're worthy of my attention." And with that, she shifted her weight again, crushing his windpipe and cutting off his air supply. He gasped and coughed, desperately trying to breathe as she continued her merciless assault. As the minutes dragged on, his body ached from the intense pressure and the constant friction against his face. But he knew better than to beg for release. Madame Marissa was a cruel and unforgiving mistress, and he would suffer under her weight as long as she desired.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 13min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1111MB

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