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Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad! (small version)

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Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad! (small version)
Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad! (small version)
Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad! (small version)

Madame Marissa - The wheel of fortune decides your suffering, seat pad! (small version)

Madame Marissa stood before her slave, holding two phones to her ear. She was wearing a skintight outfit that accentuated every curve of her body, and a wicked grin on her lips. The slave, who was already panting heavily in anticipation, could only wonder what she had planned for him today. "Be careful what you wish for," she purred, her words sending shivers down the slave's spine. "Because today, I'll let the wheel of fortune decide how long my sexy ass will smother you... and on top of that, I'm wearing nice tight, hard jeans!" The slave's heart sank as he realized the implications of her words. A minute? Maybe even two? His face flushed with both excitement and fear at the thought of enduring such an intense facesitting experience. "The wheel has options for anything between 30 seconds and 2 full minutes," she continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do you think you could endure 2 minutes of being smothered by my ass and having your face crushed by my full body weight?" The slave swallowed hard, but dared not voice his fears. He knew better than to disobey Madame Marissa. "Well, if I'm lucky, and you're unlucky, we'll find out!" she chuckled darkly. "And don't dare to whine, slave... you wanted to feel my ass on your face - and it was never an option that you'd experience that in a joyful way!" With that, Madame Marissa spun the wheel of fortune, her heels clicking against the floor as she did so. The slave closed his eyes, bracing himself for whatever fate the wheel would decide. When the wheel came to a halt, Madame Marissa's eyes glinted with malicious glee. "Three minutes!" she announced, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're going to suffer for the next three minutes, slave! And remember..." she added, leaning down close to his ear and whispering so only he could hear, "I'm not going to make it easy on you." With that, Madame Marissa stepped back, positioning herself just right before lowering her perfect ass slowly but surely onto his waiting face. The slave gasped for air as she settled in, feeling the full weight of her body crush his chest and the softness of her ass fill his mouth. He knew this was going to be the most intense facesitting session yet - and he had only himself to blame.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 14min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4992 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 498MB

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