First Time for Cash: Whore's Price
"How much for your virgin pussy, sweetheart?" the man asks, his voice low and hungry. The teen bites her lip, her eyes darting between the wad of cash and the bulge in his pants. "Fifty," she whispers, her cheeks flushing red. He smirks, "Fifty? That's your price? You're worth more than that, aren't you?" He counts out the bills, slowly, sensually, making her wait, making her want. She watches, her breath hitching as he tucks the cash into her palm. "Now, show me what I paid for," he growls, his eyes locked onto her trembling body. She complies, stripping slowly, her hands shaking as she reveals her tight, untouched flesh. The room echoes with the sound of her whimpers and his grunts as he claims her, her innocence lost in a flurry of cold hard cash.