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Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad!

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Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad!
Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad!
Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad!

Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad!

As Madame Marissa prepared for the facesitting session, she placed two phones on the table. Smirking, she asked her slave if he remembered what he had said about wanting to feel her sexy ass on his face. Today, the wheel of fortune would decide how long the ass he adored so much would smother him, and she had dressed in tight, hard jeans that would only make things worse for him. The wheel had options for anything between 30 seconds and 2 full minutes, and Madame Marissa wondered aloud if her slave could endure two minutes of being completely smothered by her ass and having his face crushed by her full body weight. She chuckled, imagining the look of terror on his face as he realized the extent of his suffering. "Do you think you could handle it, slave?" she taunted, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Or will you beg for mercy after just a few seconds?" The tension in the room was palpable as the wheel was spun, and the slave waited with bated breath as it came to a stop. Madame Marissa stepped forward and leaned down, her ass hovering just above his face. "Are you ready, slave?" she purred, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Here comes your punishment." With a final thrust, she lowered herself onto his face, burying her ass deep in his mouth. The jeans were tight, and the material rubbed against his skin, making him squirm. The seconds turned into minutes, and the slave could feel his willpower weakening as he struggled not to give in to the overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed by Madame Marissa's body weight. As the time on the second phone reached the two-minute mark, Madame Marissa finally lifted herself off her slave's face, leaving him gasping for air. She smiled triumphantly, her ass still hovering in the air above his quivering form. "Did you like that, slave?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Don't worry, there's more where that came from."

Category: Facesitting
Length: 14min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1172MB

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