Boss Girls Productions - Ill sit on your face
The young face sitting mistress, Kira, had bound her losing subject to the chair with care. His arms were tied securely behind the back, and his legs were fastened together at the ankles. The scent of fear and anticipation filled the room as he waited for her next move.
Kira stood over him, her bright blue eyes glinting with mischief. She had seen so many men lose themselves to her tantalizingly teasing presence. Some of them trembled in fear, while others pleaded for mercy. But none of them escaped the fate she had in store for them.
With a wicked smile, Kira announced her next move: "You're going to be my living seat today." The loser let out a muffled groan as she strolled towards him, her lithe figure clad in form-hugging leggings that outlined every curve of her body.
"Now, now," she chided him gently, "you don't want to annoy me any further. It's going to be a long day for you."
Kira climbed onto the chair and lowered herself onto his abdomen, pressing her supple flesh against him. The loser could feel the heat of her body seeping through his clothes as she leaned back, propping herself up with her hands resting on the arms of the chair. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, mere inches from his face.
"You like this, don't you?" she purred, her voice laden with sinister undertones. "You like being used as my living seat, don't you?"
The loser squirmed under her gaze, unable to meet her eyes. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to be subjected to her perverse desires. But he was trapped, helpless beneath her.
Hours passed, and Kira didn't show any signs of tiring. She sat on him, her weight pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in his body ached from the effort of holding still, but he dared not move. She was in control, and he was at her mercy.
Eventually, she stood up and stripped out of her leggings, revealing her plump, rounded buttocks. The sight of them was enough to make the loser's heart race. Kira turned around, presenting her rear to him, and with a wicked grin she commanded, "Now you get to enjoy the view."
The loser's cock, which had been kept trapped between their bodies all this time, sprang to attention. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the dark, forbidden excitement that coursed through him.
Kira lowered herself back onto the chair, positioning her buttocks squarely over his face. "Take a good look, and don't you dare touch," she warned him with a wink. And then she sat down, her weight crushing him beneath her.
Minutes passed, then hours, and still Kira remained perched on his face. She would occasionally shift positions, grinding her hips against him or leaning forward to let her breasts brush against his cheeks. But she never relinquished her grip on him, never allowed him to escape her suffocating embrace.
Finally, Kira stood up, her limbs shaking from the exertion of holding herself up for so long. She was satisfied with her conquest. Another man had fallen victim to her alluring charms and perverse desires. She turned and walked out of the room, leaving him there, bound and broken, served faithfully as her living seat.
