Madame Marissa - Losers face becomes my office chair replacement (small version)

Madame Marissa - Losers face becomes my office chair replacement (small version)

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Madame Marissa was a successful businesswoman who demanded perfection from her employees. When her new office chair didn't arrive as scheduled, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She summoned one of her employees, a young and timid man who had been struggling to keep up with his work recently. "You, come here!" she barked, motioning him over to her desk. The man tentatively approached, unsure of what he had done wrong this time. He knew better than to ask questions or make excuses. "I'm still waiting for my new office chair," she explained, her voice cold and impatient. "Until then, you're going to be my chair." The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized what she meant. Madame Marissa was well-known for her eccentricities, but this was beyond anything he had ever heard of. She was going to sit on his face? "Get comfortable," she ordered, motioning for him to kneel in front of her desk. The man lowered himself onto his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had no choice but to obey. Madame Marissa was his boss, and he needed this job if he wanted to survive. She placed one of her high-heeled feet on the desk, positioning herself so that she could easily lower her perfect ass down onto his face. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact. "Look at me," she commanded. The man slowly opened his eyes to find Madame Marissa's sexy jeans-clad ass hovering just above his nose. He could feel her heat radiating down onto him, and he knew that this was going to be a long and torturous experience. She lowered herself down on him, her jeans rubbing against his face as she adjusted her position. She was completely oblivious to the suffering she was causing him, focused only on her work. He could feel the weight of her body pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe. As she worked, the man could feel his face turning red from the pressure and the lack of air. He tried to endure the pain, knowing that there was nothing he could do to make it stop. He was nothing more than a tool to Madame Marissa, a disposable object that she could use however she wanted. Hours passed, and the man lost track of time. His face was on fire, and he could feel his nose throbbing from the constant pressure. But he couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything other than serve as Madame Marissa's personal office chair. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa stood up and removed her jeans from his face. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation. She didn't even acknowledge him, instead grabbing her phone and continuing to work. The man slowly rose to his feet, his body aching from the prolonged use. He knew that this was just the beginning, that Madame Marissa would probably use him again whenever it suited her. But for now, he had survived another day in the office.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 5075 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 421MB