Madame Marissa - Sweaty facesitting for the peeping tom

Madame Marissa - Sweaty facesitting for the peeping tom

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Madame Marissa, the popular fitness instructor, was once again leading her class through a grueling workout routine. Sweat dripped from her body as she encouraged her students to push their limits. Little did she know, there was a peeping tom hidden in the corner, watching her every move. As the class began to wind down, Madame Marissa noticed the peeping tom. She glared at him, her eyes filled with anger. "Well, little peeping tom," she said, "don't you have something better to do than watching me while I do my workout?! Well, then your face is going to be used as a stool for my sweaty ass now!" With that, Madame Marissa turned her back to the class and straddled the bench. Her jeans were already soaked through, leaving a telltale wet spot on the bench beneath her. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted it up, revealing a black lace bra that was equally soaked with sweat. She turned back around, her sweaty body glistening in the light, and pointed at the bench. "Come on, lay down on the bench, so I can sit down on your face comfortably!" she demanded. The peeping tom, his heart racing, did as he was told. He lay down on the bench, his face pressed against the cold metal, nervous but excited at the same time. Madame Marissa lowered herself onto his face, her sweaty ass making contact with his nose and mouth. She grunted as she felt the weight of her body pressing down on him. "Do you like it when I rub my sweaty ass all over your face?" she asked, her voice demanding an answer. The peeping tom, his face buried in her ass, nodded vigorously. "Yes, Madame," he managed to mumble through the thick haze of her sweat and the thumping of his heart. She leaned forward, her hands planted on the bench on either side of his face, and began to move up and down, grinding her hips into his face. "And you, when you're not getting smothered, inhale my sweat odor?" she asked, her tone challenging. Again, the peeping tom nodded, his face pressed so tightly against her ass that he could feel each individual bump and ridges of her pale-white skin. Madame Marissa leaned back, pulling her ass off his face for a moment before lowering herself back down. "Good boy," she said with a sigh of satisfaction. "Now, how about we make it even harder for you?" Without warning, she picked up the dumbbells she had been using during the workout. The weight of two fifty-pound dumbbells pressed down on her arms as she held them overhead, her sweaty skin glistening in the light. She lowered herself back onto the bench, her ass now hovering just above his face. "Do you want me to pick up the dumbbells while sitting on your face?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief. "I'm sure your nose will feel the difference when there's eighty kilograms pressing down on you instead of my usual sixty!" The peeping tom, his heart beating wildly in his chest, nodded once again. He could feel the weight of the dumbbells as she lowered them, the pressure building up on his face. "Good choice," she said, her voice a low growl. With that, she pressed her dumbbell-laden body down onto his face, crushing him under her weight. The peeping tom groaned, feeling the weight and heat of her body pressing down on him, the sweat dripping from her body onto his face. Madame Marissa began to move up and down, her ass grinding against his face as she lifted the dumbbells overhead and lowered them back down. The peeping tom, caught in the throes of his own passion, moaned in pleasure and submission beneath her. As she continued to ride him, her sweat dripped onto his face, the smell of her body mixing with the taste of her sweat. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, of the weight and heat pressing down on him. Finally, after what felt like an

Category: Facesitting
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12186 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 833MB