Madame Marissa - The hardest wheel-of-fortune facesitting yet (small version)

Madame Marissa, the infamous dominatrix with a penchant for facesitting, had set up an especially challenging session today. She stood before her seat pad, dressed in a figure-hugging dress that emphasized her voluptuous curves and highlighted her ass, which was adorned with a pair of tight, black leggings. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she asked, "Im feeling extremely merciless today - so I setup 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?!" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, clearly delighting in the inevitable discomfort and struggle that her task would cause her client. Without waiting for a response, Madame Marissa spun the wheel of fortune, the sound of its spinning filling the room. As it came to a stop, she announced, "Okay, seat pad, let's see what the wheel decides." Her eyes glittered with anticipation as she read out the result: "Five minutes and counting!" Without further ado, Madame Marissa expertly hoisted herself onto the helpless seat pad's face, grinding her soft underwear-clad pussy against his nose and mouth. She leaned back slightly, pressing her full weight down onto his chest and throat, smothering him completely under her voluptuous ass. The leather leggings she wore squeezed firmly against his face, forming an impenetrable barrier that would allow no air to pass. The sight of Madame Marissa's rump bouncing up and down rhythmically was enough to push the seat pad to the brink of ecstasy and agony in equal measure. As Madame Marissa sat upon his tortured face, her hands explored his body, savoring his helplessness and vulnerability under her expert control. She grasped handfuls of his hair, pulling his head back into her groin as she ground herself against him. Moans of pleasure mixed with gasps for air as she continued her merciless assault on his senses. With each passing second, the seat pad felt the noose tightening around his neck. The seconds ticked by slowly but inexorably, each one dragging him deeper into a realm of pure suffering and intense arousal. The idea of enduring this torment for the full five minutes seemed inconceivable, yet Madame Marissa showed no signs of relenting. As Madame Marissa leaned back further, pinning him completely beneath her ass, the seat pad felt a warm trickle of saliva and precum drip from his chin and onto her leggings. It served only to further fuel her perverse pleasure as she continued to dominate him with her most merciless facesitting challenge yet.