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Madame Marissa - Youll be my new office chair now! (small version)

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Madame Marissa - Youll be my new office chair now! (small version)
Madame Marissa - Youll be my new office chair now! (small version)
Madame Marissa - Youll be my new office chair now! (small version)

Madame Marissa - Youll be my new office chair now! (small version)

As you sit bound to the office chair, your eyes widen in fear as Madame Marissa struts towards you, her tight jeans hugging her round bottom like a second skin. She chuckles darkly, reaching for a roll of duct tape and a pair of scissors. "Did you really think I'd just let you stare at all the girls' asses in the office?" she asks, her voice cold and hard. "No, such behavior needs to be punished - and what would be more appropriate than letting my ass punish you?" With swift movements, she seals your mouth shut with the duct tape, causing you to let out a muffled gasp. Then, she grabs the back of the chair and sits down hard, trapping your head between her legs. "Now," she says, her voice softening slightly, "you'll be my new office chair." The pain from the hard jeans rubbing against your face is intense, but it's nothing compared to the lack of oxygen. You try to breathe through your nose, but all you can smell is the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the sweat that's starting to form on your forehead. "Relax, I'll let you breathe... every now and then," she says, her tone almost teasing. "I want you to survive after all!" Her words are hollow, though, and you know that this punishment could go on for hours, maybe even days. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize that there's nothing you can do but endure it. "And don't think I'll let you off the hook after just a few hours of punishment," she warns. "No, you'll also be my office chair tomorrow... and the day after... and maybe even longer? We'll see. But only I am going to decide when it's enough - and you'll endure it!" Her words are like a knife twisting in your gut, and all you can do is nod slightly, hoping she'll understand. But as she pulls away from you and walks towards her desk, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your pain, you realize that there's nothing but endurance left in your arsenal. You'll just have to hope that Madame Marissa decides to show mercy at some point before she turns you into a living, breathing piece of furniture.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 21min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4995 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 160 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 763MB

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