Madame Marissa - Smothered mercilessly under my ass

Come and join the alluring Madame Marissa as she sits on her slave's face, smothering him mercilessly under her perfect ass. The slave has no choice but to serve as her seat pad, his only function in life to make her comfortable. She doesn't care about his struggles or his whimpers - all she knows is that she wants to sit on his face as long as she pleases.

Madame Marissa slowly lowers herself onto her slave's face, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. Her hard jeans compress his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe properly. He tries to squirm away, but she presses down harder, relishing the feeling of power she has over him. She leans back, savoring the moment, her ass now completely covering his face.

For what feels like an eternity, Madame Marissa sits motionless on her slave's face. The weight of her body crushing him, making it difficult to breathe. He can feel her ass - every contour, every curve - pressed tightly against his cheeks and nose. He tries to plead with her, but she silences him with a firm hand placed over his mouth.

The sound of her heavy breathing fills the air as Madame Marissa begins to move. She shifts her body back and forth, grinding herself into her slave's face. Every time she moves, he can feel her ass cheeks rubbing against his skin, the sensation driving him wild with desire. He tries to move his head from side to side, but she remains perfectly still, refusing to give him any relief from her seemingly endless writhing.

As the minutes turn into hours, the slave begins to lose track of time. He can feel his sanity slipping away as he is forced to endure the relentless pressure of Madame Marissa's ass on his face. He knows that this is his only purpose in life - to serve as a seat pad for the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Madame Marissa decides to end the torment. She slowly starts to lift herself off his face, leaving him gasping for air. His cheeks are bruised, his nose is running like a faucet, but he doesn't care. He knows that he will do anything she asks him to just to feel the weight of her ass on his face once more.

Madame Marissa smiles down at him, triumphant. She has proved her dominance over him once again. Before she sits down on his face again, she pulls out a tiny pair of scissors and snips off a piece of his clothes. She grins wickedly before pressing him back into the ground, her hard ass now ready to smother him again under her perfect rump.