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Do you think you could handle a 501 facesit? My furniture lies limply beneath Me as I carelessly drop down on its face with hard, coarse jeans. It doesn't even flinch as I come down hard. It only wants to serve. To sniff, if I let it. It can barely even see through the men's underwear its wearing on its face. Sometimes, I'm sitting right on its eyes. The furniture's greatest joy is the smell of My Ass, and the feeling of the pressure of My full weight pressing My Ass down into its face until its nose is perfectly flat. It do... Show more