Madame Marissa - You are my make up chair, little cuckold! (small version)

Madame Marissa - You are my make up chair, little cuckold! (small version)

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As you lay there, gazing up at Madame Marissa's perfect form, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and humiliation. She was the epitome of feminine beauty, and yet here you were, reduced to nothing more than her makeup chair. Your entire body ached from being in this position for so long, but still, you couldn't help but relish in the intimate contact with her divine ass. Madame Marissa was in the midst of applying her final touches of makeup, and she couldn't help but chuckle at your plight. "Are you enjoying your role as my makeup chair, little cuckold?" she purred, her voice like silk. Despite the cruelty in her words, there was an undeniable allure to her domination. "Yes, Madame Marissa," you managed to croak out between gasps for air. "It's... it's an honor to serve you." "An honor, huh?" she retorted with a sneer. "Well, let me tell you something; you're not here because I need a chair. You're here because I want to humiliate you." She paused for a moment, letting those words sink in before continuing. "You'll never be anything more than a pathetic excuse for a man in my eyes. A worthless cuckold who's only good for serving my needs." Despite the pain and shame you felt, you couldn't help but find a perverse thrill in her words. The thought of being completely owned by her, reduced to nothing more than a tool for her pleasure, was intoxicating. You couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to see her with another man, knowing that you were the one who had prepared her for his touch. Madame Marissa finished applying her makeup and rose slowly from her chair, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. "There," she said, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. "Perfect." She turned to face you, her eyes cold and calculating. "Now, get up," she commanded. "I don't want you ruining my outfit with your filthy thoughts." With a heavy heart, you struggled to your feet, your legs shaking from the prolonged pressure on your chest. As you watched her saunter out of the room, you felt a strange mix of pride and despair. You were hers, body and soul, and there was no denying the twisted pleasure you derived from that fact.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4990 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 407MB