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Madame Marissa - His face is just a piece of furniture for me

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Madame Marissa - His face is just a piece of furniture for me
Madame Marissa - His face is just a piece of furniture for me
Madame Marissa - His face is just a piece of furniture for me

Madame Marissa - His face is just a piece of furniture for me

As Madame Marissa settled onto the struggling face beneath her, she could feel the heat radiating off it even through the thick denim of her pants. The poor soul beneath her had been reduced to nothing more than a piece of furniture for her to sit on as she went about her day. His face was flushed, his breath coming out in short, shallow bursts as he struggled to breathe under the enormous weight pressing down on him. The woman's tight ass cheeks mashed his nose into the ground, leaving no space for air to enter his lungs. Every now and then, she would shift ever so slightly, allowing just enough air to flow in before slamming back down on his face once more. It was a cruel game she played with him, teasing him with tiny glimpses of freedom before snatching them away just as quickly. Despite his protests and pleas for mercy, Madame Marissa remained unmoved. This pathetic creature beneath her was nothing more than a nuisance, an insignificant bug that she could crush underfoot without any real effort. She continued to sit on him, her full weight grinding his bones and crushing his spirit. Her hands were bound together behind her back, leaving her free to concentrate on filing her nails. The sound of metal scraping against nails filled the air as she meticulously maintained her appearance. All around her, the sound of muffled groans and pleas for mercy echoed, but she paid them no mind. They were just background noise to her, like the hum of a distant lawnmower on a summer day. Madame Marissa's face remained impassive, her eyes focused on her nails as she ignored the suffering of the man beneath her. He was nothing more than a tool to her, a means to an end. And as long as he remained underneath her, he would continue to suffer in silence.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 914MB

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