Madame Marissa returned from her exhilarating ride, her cheeks flushed with excitement and sweat glistening on her perfect skin. She watched as the pathetic male beneath her gazed up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy. With a wicked grin, she allowed her ample breasts to sway gently as she approached him.
"What do you think, pet?" she purred. "Is it more comfortable to sit on a saddle or on your face?" The man whimpered as he felt her soft ass pressing against his mouth. Despite his pain, a twinge of arousal pulsed through his hopelessly erect cock.
"Oh, poor guy," she chided him. "Does it hurt your nose when I sit on your face?" She shrugged dismissively, smirking. "I don't really care. You're just going to be smothered under my sexy ass. And you will endure it!"
She giggled softly and gently stroked his hair. "You're not really good for much, are you?" she mused. "Maybe you can provide some comfort...to my ass."
As she leaned forward, her perfect breasts brushed against his chest. Her ass pressed firmly against his face, her thighs clamped shut wetly around his ears. "You're going to be smothered under my gorgeous ass," she announced, her voice laden with lust. "And you'll endure it!"
His whole body throbbed with anticipation and fear as he felt her warm breath on his neck. She giggled boyishly again and gave a little wiggle, grinding herself against his throbbing cock. "Oh yes, pet," she whispered in his ear. "You're going to provide more than just a seat for your mistress. This pathetic little cock of yours is going to service me until I say otherwise."
With a deliciously wicked laugh, she sank further onto his face, burying him up to the hilt. Her full lips parted in a smile of satisfaction and she ground herself against him slowly, her hips undulating in a seductive dance.
"Is it more comfortable now?" she asked, her tone teasing. The man could only moan incoherently in response, his face turned beet red from both the embarrassment and the flood of pleasure rushing through him.
"I think so," she purred, leaning down to kiss him softly on the forehead. "Now, be a good pet and enjoy the view between my legs. I'll be sure to reward you appropriately."
She withdrew slowly, teasing him mercilessly before standing up straight and striding towards the mirror. She proudly lifted her skirt, revealing her shapely ass still glistening with sweat. She turned around, inviting him to admire every inch of her glorious body.
"What do you think, pet?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Is it more comfortable to sit on a saddle or my face?"
The pathetic male could only mutter incomprehensibly as he stared up at her, his cock throbbing painfully inside him.
