Madame Marissa - The hardest wheel-of-fortune facesitting yet

As Madame Marissa strutted into the room, she wore a sinister grin on her face. Today, she was feeling extra merciless, and the thought of her next session with "Seat Pad" was enough to make her heart race with anticipation. She walked over to the large wheel filled with various colors and numbers, representing different times in seconds that she would sit on Seat Pad's face. Madame Marissa had been teasing him with this wheel for weeks now, each time increasing the duration by 20 seconds. She let out a wicked laugh as she placed her hand gently on the spinning wheel, her nails clicking against the metal. "Oh Seat Pad, you think you can handle this?" She asked, her voice dripping with seduction. The wheel came to a stop, and Madame Marissa's eyes widened in surprise. It landed on the biggest number yet - 160 seconds. A smug smile crept across her face as she turned to face Seat Pad who was already beginning to pant and sweat nervously. "I'm feeling extremely merciless today," She began, her voice husky and seductive. "So, I've set up the wheel of fortune for our facesitting session - this time going up to 160 seconds! Oh, you think you can't handle so long without oxygen?! Well, we're going to find out, maybe... lets see what the wheel decides." Seat Pad let out a whimper as he realized that this would be the hardest challenge yet. Madame Marissa removed her heels, revealing her perfect, soft-skinned feet, and strutted over to where Seat Pad was laying. She slowly lowered herself, making sure to apply her full weight and smother him completely under her sexy ass. The feeling of her ass filling his face made him squirm, but he knew he couldn't move an inch. She leaned forward, her leather leggings cupping her thick ass, leaving no chance for him to even get the tiniest amount of air. As she leaned back, her giant breasts rubbing against his chest, he could feel himself beginning to faint. But Madame Marissa showed no mercy. Instead, she took a deep breath in through her nose, exhaling slowly onto Seat Pad's face, making him shudder with pleasure and pain. Time seemed to stand still as Madame Marissa sat on Seat Pad's face, her ass bouncing slightly with each breath she took. Sweat dripped from her body, and she could feel him squirming beneath her. But still, she stayed seated, not once relenting to his pleas for air. Seat Pad felt like he was in a living hell, but he couldn't deny the arousal coursing through his veins. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the timer went off, signaling the end of the challenge. Slowly, Madame Marissa removed herself from Seat Pad's face, allowing him to gulp in huge gulps of air. His face was flushed, his eyes watery, but there was a sense of pride in him as well. He had survived the hardest wheel-of-fortune facesitting yet, and he knew that he could take on any challenge Madame Marissa threw his way.