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Madame Marissa - Playing the mean facesitting wheel of fortune game - small version

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Madame Marissa - Playing the mean facesitting wheel of fortune game - small version
Madame Marissa - Playing the mean facesitting wheel of fortune game - small version
Madame Marissa - Playing the mean facesitting wheel of fortune game - small version

Madame Marissa - Playing the mean facesitting wheel of fortune game - small version

As Madame Marissa spread her luscious ass cheeks wide apart, she invited her slave to take a gander at the magnificent sight before him. He was mesmerized by the tight leather leggings that encased her perfect globes, knowing all too well the discomfort he would soon have to endure as she lowered herself onto his prone form. "Do you feel ready, seat pad?" she purred, her breath tickling the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. "Because today we're going to play a little game called 'Wheel-of-Fortune Facesitting.'" Her words sent shivers down his spine. He had experienced this game before, and each time it was more excruciating than the last. But he knew better than to protest; after all, it was Madame Marissa who held the reins of power in their twisted relationship. "The wheel will decide how long you'll be smothered under my ass each time," she explained, her tone both seductive and menacing. "Everything from just 30 seconds to 2 full minutes... do you think you can handle that, slave?" He nodded nervously, his heart racing as she began to spin the wheel. Each time it landed on a new duration, he held his breath in anticipation of the pain to come. And when she finally lowered herself onto his face, sealing his mouth shut with her pouty lips and cutting off his air supply, he could only hope that he would last long enough to earn a reprieve from the agonizing pressure. But Madame Marissa was a cruel mistress. Even though the wheel determined how long he would be smothered, she held the ultimate power over his fate. She would decide how long he could breathe between rounds, and if she wasn't satisfied with his performance, she would give him almost no time to recover. Her fingers dug into his hair as she began to rock back and forth on his face, grinding her hips against his mouth. The leather-clad globes squeezed tighter around his head, making it impossible to suck in even the tiniest bit of air. The world began to spin, and all he could do was pray that the wheel would spin in his favor next time.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 15min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4994 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 554MB

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