Angela, dressed in a black lace bodysuit and stilettos, enters a dimly lit room where Jack is waiting. He's tied to a chair, a nervous smile on his face. She pours hot coffee onto his chest, watching as it burns his skin. "You like that, baby?" she asks softly, her voice cold. She then lowers herself onto his lap, her crotch grinding against his restrained cock. Her breasts press against his chest as she reaches down and begins stroking him roughly. He tries to speak but she places a finger against his lips, silencing him. Suddenly, she stands up and yanks his head back, revealing his neck. She bites down hard, drawing blood that mixes with the coffee already dripping down his chest. Her other hand continues to stroke him, faster now. "Drink it all up," she orders, her voice commanding and stern.
