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Madame Marissa - Loser suffers under my ass while Im reading (small version)

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Madame Marissa - Loser suffers under my ass while Im reading (small version)
Madame Marissa - Loser suffers under my ass while Im reading (small version)
Madame Marissa - Loser suffers under my ass while Im reading (small version)

Madame Marissa - Loser suffers under my ass while Im reading (small version)

As Madame Marissa settled into the plush armchair, she could feel the anticipation building within her. She loved nothing more than having a willing human seat beneath her, especially when they were bound and helpless. Today's chosen loser was bound tightly in a smotherbox, his face poking out just enough for her to take pleasure in his suffering. With a cruel smile, Marissa reached for the magazine she'd been looking forward to reading. She knew it would be the perfect companion during her session of facesitting. Slowly, she lowered her perfect ass down onto the loser's face, feeling the resistance as his nose was smushed beneath her tight jeans. "Oh, yes," she purred, "this is going to be a good one." Marissa began to read, occasionally lifting one cheek off the loser's face to allow him a brief gasp of air. But as soon as he started to regain his composure, she would swiftly sit back down, ensuring that he remained both pinned and helpless. The magazine's pages rustled as Marissa turned them, enjoying the sounds of the loser's muffled gasps and groans. She could feel the heat emanating from his face, a testament to just how much he was suffering underneath her. And yet, despite the pain and humiliation he was enduring, there was something undeniably arousing about his plight. Hours passed, the magazine long since finished. Marissa finally decided to grant the loser some relief, lifting her ass off his face with a satisfied sigh. His eyes were red and watery, his face flushed from the lack of air. But despite his obvious discomfort, there was an undeniable twinkle of arousal in those defeated eyes. With a chuckle, Marissa stood up, admiring her handiwork in the mirror. She knew that the loser would be sore for days, but that only made the memory of their time together all the more potent. After all, that was the true power of a Madame Marissa facesitting - not just the physical domination, but the lingering mental torment that left her victims aching for more. "Until next time, my dear loser," she whispered, her voice carrying through the air like a dark promise.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 31min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4998 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1153MB

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