Madame Marissa - Mean Facesitting - Lift me to breathe!

Madame Marissa - Mean Facesitting - Lift me to breathe!

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Madame Marissa's eyes glinted with mischief as she watched the pathetic loser beneath her struggle to breathe under her weight. She couldn't help but chuckle as she pressed her ample behind firmly against his face, feeling the hot breath of his labors against her skin. "You're stronger than this," she taunted, "but I just don't believe it." With a wicked smile, she leaned forward, her considerable weight pushing down on his shoulders and causing him to groan in pain. Slowly, Madame Marissa began to lift herself off the slave's chest, her hands planted on his shoulders for leverage. The look of desperation on his face was priceless as he struggled to keep her aloft. With every inch she raised herself, she could feel his strength waning. "That's it, baby," she cooed, "give me all you've got." When she was finally standing over him, she leaned down once more and whispered in his ear. "Now, tell me... can you breathe?" With a wicked laugh, she straightened up and stepped back, watching as he sucked in great gulps of air. "Not bad for a weakling," she said with a smirk. But Madame Marissa wasn't done yet. She moved to the side and placed one knee on each of his biceps, pinning him to the ground. "Now," she purred, "let's see how long you can hold your breath this time." As she sank down onto his chest again, she could feel him straining against her weight. It was clear that he was near his limit, but she wasn't about to let him rest just yet. Minutes passed, and still Madame Marissa sat on his face, her thighs shaking slightly with the effort of holding herself up. The slave's struggles had become weaker and weaker, and soon enough he was nothing more than a limp ragdoll beneath her. Satisfied with her dominance, she finally lifted herself off him, panting heavily from the exertion. Looking down at the pathetic excuse for a man, Madame Marissa couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity. However, she quickly pushed those feelings aside and instead focused on the thrill of her power. With a sultry smile, she leaned down and whispered in his ear once more. "Maybe next time you'll be strong enough to keep me happy." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the slave to wonder when his next chance at redemption would come.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 876MB