Throne of Facesitting and Facebusting

The man was fixed to a device, his face immobile, her "chair" for Facesitting. A barefoot woman entered. Her eyes burned with anger and madness, a cruel smile on her lips. "Take all my stress with Facesitting," she said, her voice sweet yet vicious. She straddled his face for Facesitting, sitting down heavily. His breath stopped, his face crushed under her weight. She stood, shoving her barefoot into his mouth for Facebusting. Her toes pressed his lips, saliva dripping. She spat, defiling his face during her Facebusting act. With sweat-soaked feet, she stomped his face with full power, delivering relentless Facebusting. The sound of flesh crushing echoed, sweat splattering. His face contorted under her Facebusting, but his eyes pierced her. Her voice trembled. She continued her Facebusting endlessly. Yet his gaze, unbroken by Facebusting, never wavered.