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Madame Marissa - Youll suffer under our asses, seat pad! (small version)

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Madame Marissa - Youll suffer under our asses, seat pad! (small version)
Madame Marissa - Youll suffer under our asses, seat pad! (small version)
Madame Marissa - Youll suffer under our asses, seat pad! (small version)

Madame Marissa - Youll suffer under our asses, seat pad! (small version)

Madame Marissa, a dominatrix with a reputation for her unique fetish sessions, stood before you. She chuckled wickedly as she eyed you up and down, taking in your obvious desire for what lay ahead. "You love our asses, don't you, Loser?" Her tone was mocking but held an undercurrent of appreciation for your devotion to her craft. You nodded eagerly, unable to contain your anticipation as she began to undress before you. She removed her clothing slowly, deliberately teasing you with each revealed inch of skin. Her ass cheeks flexed and swayed with every step she took towards the sofa, leaving a tantalizing trail of desire in their wake. Without another word, she sat down heavily on the sofa, spreading her legs wide to display her pantyless cunt and the inviting darkness between her cheeks. You bowed your head in reverence as she leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of your head. "Today, you'll really suffer under our sexy asses," she purred, her breath hot against your ear. "We'll take turns sitting on your face and you'll only get short - very short - chances to breathe, before you'll be smothered by one of our asses again." Her words sent shivers of excitement down your spine. You could feel yourself growing harder beneath the tight restraints that bound you to the floor. "Oh, was that too short to recover?" She asked, her voice merciless as she began to rock back and forth on the couch, grinding her hips into your face. "Well, that's bad luck! We really don't care about your well-being..." She trailed off, her words lost in a moan of pleasure as the weight of her ass pressed down on your mouth and nose. "...you're just a seat pad," She finished, her breath hitching. "And we don't care how much you suffer under sexy asses." You couldn't agree more. You were hers to command, to use as she saw fit. Your only purpose was to serve dominant women like her, to suffer under sexy asses like hers. It was your destiny, your darkest fantasy come true. "Mmm, that's right," She cooed, her voice full of warmth and satisfaction. "You're going to love every moment of this, aren't you?" With that, she began to shift her weight on the couch, grinding her hips into your face with each movement. She was relentless, merciless in her domination of you. You tried to catch your breath between each assault, but it was always just out of reach. And so it went on. Hour after hour, you found yourself lost in a world of ass and domination, suffering under the weight of Madame Marissa's perfect behind. It was a world that you never wanted to leave, a world where you truly belonged. In the end, your body, mind, and soul were utterly broken. You had never experienced such pleasure and pain as you had under the ass of Madame Marissa. And yet, even as you lay there, spent and exhausted, you knew that you would do it all again in a heartbeat. For she was your mistress, and you were her willing slave, destined to suffer under her sexy asses for all eternity.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 14min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 5061 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 525MB

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