Madame Marissa - Your face used as an office chair

Madame Marissa - Your face used as an office chair

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As Madame Marissa settled down into her office chair, her eyes glinted with mischief. She beckoned you over with a flick of her manicured finger, her full breasts rising and falling enticingly beneath her sheer blouse. You barely contained your excitement as you approached eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of her plump behind. "Now, my little toy," she purred, her voice like velvet, "I have some work to do on the computer. And since you've nothing useful to do anyway, your face will be my new office chair for the next few hours!" Without waiting for a response, she sat down hard on your chest, driving all the air from your lungs in a pained gasp. Your nose pressed into her silky hair, and the scent of her perfume filled your nostrils. You tried to speak, to apologize for intruding on her work, but words escaped you as she leaned forward and placed a hand over your mouth. "Remember, you don't want to disappoint your mistress and disrupt her concentration, do you?!" Her words sent shivers down your spine, and you nodded frantically against her thigh. She chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through your body. "That's a good boy. Now stay quiet and let me focus. Being under this divine ass should be an honor for you anyway." The weight of her body pressing down on you was both exhilarating and overwhelming. You could feel the warmth radiating from between her thighs, and you couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have her sit on your face. As the hours passed, Madame Marissa would occasionally get up and walk around, her hips swaying seductively. Each time she returned to her seat, you held your breath, hoping she would choose your face again. And when she did, you welcomed the blissful agony of being smothered and sat upon by her irresistible behind. In the end, it was a mixture of exhaustion and sheer ecstasy that prompted you to let out a soft moan. Madame Marissa raised an eyebrow in surprise before standing up, her full weight crushing your windpipe. "Now, now," she scolded gently, "we don't want to disrupt my concentration, do we?" With a final smirk, she stepped away, leaving you gasping for air and aching for more. As you struggled to catch your breath, you couldn't help but agree - being under Madame Marissa's divine ass was truly an honor.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 12288 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 163 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 875MB