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Madame Marissa - Im teaching the back-talking slave a lesson

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Madame Marissa - Im teaching the back-talking slave a lesson
Madame Marissa - Im teaching the back-talking slave a lesson
Madame Marissa - Im teaching the back-talking slave a lesson

Madame Marissa - Im teaching the back-talking slave a lesson

Madame Marissa, clad in her signature leather dominatrix garb, strolled into the dungeon where her newest slave was awaiting her arrival. The bratty submissive had been back-talking and insubordinate, and it was time for him to learn his place. As she approached, she heard the familiar sound of gasping coming from behind the closed door. She paused, savoring the anticipation before opening it and stepping inside. The sight that greeted her eyes sent a shiver of excitement down her spine - the slave was lying on his back, his mouth pressed firmly against the floor, his ass in the air, waiting for her punishment. Without wasting another moment, Madame Marissa climbed onto the table, positioning herself directly above the submissive's face. She lowered her toned body onto his, feeling the warmth of his breath against her panties. Slowly, she began to press down, feeling her weight pinning him to the floor. "Now, slave," she purred, her breath hot against his skin, "let's discuss your behavior." Her words were muffled by the pressure of her body against his face, but he could still feel them vibrating through his body. As she spoke, she pushed herself harder against him, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. The tight leather pants she wore only added to the discomfort, pressing firmly against his nose and mouth, leaving him gasping for air. "You've been disrespectful," she continued, her tone soft yet commanding. "You've spoken when you should have been silent. Well, it's time to teach you a lesson." With each word, she increased the pressure on his face, pushing herself down harder until she was fully seated on his face. The slave could feel her ass pressed firmly against his mouth and nose, smothering him under her weight. He tried to push back, but it was no use - she was in control. "You see, slave," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "I can control when you breathe. And when you can't." She leaned back, just enough to give him a small glimpse of freedom. But before he could take a deep breath, she slammed herself back down, trapping him once again under her weight. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he felt himself starving for air. "This is what happens when you disobey," she warned, her voice soft but threatening. "And I will continue to do this until I'm convinced that you've learned your lesson." With that, she began to rock back and forth on his face, her rhythm matching the increased pace of his shallow breathing. The slave struggled beneath her, but it was no use - he was at her mercy, and she intended to keep him there until he was truly tamed.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 952MB

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