Jessica Jones never before has had a victim underneath her ass, and there's a first time for everything. Being a natural brat Jessica ignores her victim, typing away on her phone as she plops down onto his face. Her victim doesn't move a muscle underneath her, submitting to her beauty & power as she uses his face as her own personal chair and bench. She pays him no mind, making the degradation all the more absolute. He isn't worth her words, or even breath. He is merely a vessel for training as Jessica squashes into him, shaking her hips a bit to engulf him deeper in between her cheeks. To ...

Jessica Jones never before has had a victim underneath her ass, and there's a first time for everything. Being a natural brat Jessica ignores her victim, typing away on her phone as she plops down onto his face. Her victim doesn't move a muscle underneath her, submitting to her beauty & power as she uses his face as her own personal chair and bench. She pays him no mind, making the degradation all the more absolute. He isn't worth her words, or even breath. He is merely a vessel for training as Jessica squashes into him, shaking her hips a bit to engulf him deeper in between her cheeks. To Jessica men are merely objects, and this first time face sitting only solidifies that theory.