In a seedy motel room, Jenna, a busty, tattooed femme fatale, waits for her client. The lights are dim and the air thick with anticipation. When the door finally opens, in walks Jack, a muscular alpha male with a leather mask and a whip in his hand.
Without a word, they begin their twisted dance. Jenna struts towards him, hips swaying, breasts bouncing free from her bra. Jack's cock, already hard, strains against his pants. He grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back in submission.
As tears mix with her mascara-stained tears, Jenna feels the cool steel of his handcuffs on her wrists. She gasps in pain as he binds them together behind her back. Jack roughly pushes her face-first onto the mattress, causing her to bounce slightly before lying still.
