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Madame Marissa - Slave punished under the riding mistress ass (small version)

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Madame Marissa - Slave punished under the riding mistress ass (small version)
Madame Marissa - Slave punished under the riding mistress ass (small version)
Madame Marissa - Slave punished under the riding mistress ass (small version)

Madame Marissa - Slave punished under the riding mistress ass (small version)

Madame Marissa, the infamous riding mistress, had brought her slave to her quarters for punishment. She had been informed that he had not completed his assigned tasks at the stable, and she was determined to make him pay dearly. The slave was driven into the room by the sharp sting of the riding crop against his flesh. He knelt before her, shivering in anticipation of what was to come. With a flick of her wrist, Madame Marissa commanded the slave to lie face down on the floor. She watched as he struggled to obey, his eyes fixed on her derriere. She knew that he was completely infatuated with her ass, and she intended to use it to punish him. With a sinister smile, she began to remove her tight-fitting riding pants. As the pants slid down her long legs, the slave could feel his heart racing. He knew that once she was astride him, he would be completely at her mercy. Finally, she stepped out of her pants, revealing her perfect ass clad in black lace panties. With a commanding tone, she ordered him to admire her derriere. The slave leaned in close, his nose just inches from her supple cheeks. He breathed in her scent, a mixture of leather and feminine sweat. His mouth watered as he imagined tasting her flesh. Suddenly, Madame Marissa grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face into her ass. He gagged on the musky scent, his tongue desperately trying to find purchase on her soft skin. She mounted him, her weight bearing down on his chest. The hard fabric of her panties rubbed against his face, flattening his nose. He could feel the heat of her body, the gentle sway of her hips as she adjusted herself on top of him. It was an intensely humiliating position for him, but he knew that it was nothing compared to the pain he was about to endure. As she began to ride him, the slave felt a stinging sensation in his nostrils. The tight fabric of the panties was rubbing against his face, making it impossible for him to breathe. He whimpered under her weight, his body trembling with anticipation of what was to come. Madame Marissa rode him hard, her hips grinding against his face in a rhythmic motion. Each time she shifted her weight, the slave winced in pain. The fabric of the panties was merciless, tearing at his skin and leaving behind a trail of tiny cuts. He tried to plead for mercy, but all that escaped his lips was a muffled groan. Madame Marissa rode him for what seemed like an eternity, her body grinding against him in a cruel dance of punishment and pleasure. Finally, she dismounted, her breathing heavy. The slave lay on the floor, his face covered in sweat and tears. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. But all he saw in her eyes was cold calculation. She was the riding mistress, and he was at her mercy.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 13min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 5060 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 489MB

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