Cash first, then you can watch me work," the teen hooker demands, her eyes locked onto the wad of bills her John holds. She's a natural, her body language screaming lust as she grinds against him, her tiny, barely-there outfit doing little to hide her firm, youthful curves. She runs a tongue over her lips, tasting the remnants of her earlier clients, her hand reaching down to stroke the bulge in her John's pants. "I'll give you a deal, baby. For that cash, I'll let you fuck my tight little cunt raw, no rubber. You can even film it, make a little sex tape for yourself. But the cash comes first.