"Money talks, bitch," he growls, his voice rough with lust and power. She nods, her eyes scanning the crumpled bills on the bedside table. She's a teen, but she's no stranger to this game. She spreads her legs, her wet pussy glistening, a temptation he can't resist. He slams into her, his cock stretching her tight cunt, his hands gripping her hips like handles. She cries out, the pleasure-pain a testament to the price she's paying, the price she's willing to pay. For money talks, and she's listening.