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Madame Marissa - Ignoring the seat pad under my ass

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Madame Marissa - Ignoring the seat pad under my ass
Madame Marissa - Ignoring the seat pad under my ass
Madame Marissa - Ignoring the seat pad under my ass

Madame Marissa - Ignoring the seat pad under my ass

As Madame Marissa settled onto her plush sofa, her eyes scanned over the enslaved individual tied up and bound underneath her. Her fingers toyed with the remote control resting on the arm of the couch, ready to begin her latest experiment. She chuckled darkly at the thought of him serving not only as a seat cushion but also as an unwilling participant in her game of attention and breath control. "Good luck, my little seatpad," she murmured, her voice muffled slightly by the headphones she placed over her ears. The soft fabric encapsulated her face as she began to watch a captivating video on her phone. The room fell silent except for the gentle hum of the electronics and the faint sounds of her breathing through her nose. Minutes ticked by as Madame Marissa lost herself in the video, completely oblivious to the struggles of the man trapped beneath her. His heart raced in fear as he felt the weight of her body pressing down on him, the jeans digging painfully into his face. Muffled voices and soft music filtered through the headphones, creating a surreal atmosphere that made it impossible to gauge how much time had passed. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Madame Marissa's body shifted slightly. The pressure eased off, and a cool breeze brushed against his skin. A moment of relief washed over him as he drew in a deep breath, only to be dashed when her weight returned with a vengeance. Hours passed, and the man's body began to ache from the strain of holding his position. He tried desperately to catch her attention, to let her know that he needed air, but the headphones blocked out all sound. Just when he thought he might pass out, Madame Marissa finally removed the headphones and lifted herself off him. The sudden release of pressure nearly made him gasp for air as he struggled to catch his breath. "Well, well, little seatpad," she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I see you survived." She stood up, unfastening the restraints that held him in place. The man collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and trying to calm his racing heart. As he lay there, he couldn't help but wonder what other challenges Madame Marissa had in store for him.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 15min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1274MB

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