"How much?" the camera asks, zooming in on the teen's glistening pussy. She smirks, "Depends on what you want, baby." She teases, running a finger along her slit, making it glisten. "Blowjob? Fifty. Fucking? A hundred. Wanna make me squirt? Two fifty." She's a professional, her body a commodity. As the camera pans out, we see stacks of cash growing by her side, each bill representing a filthy, demeaning act she's willing to perform. The pussy talks, and the money listens.