"How much?" the teen asks, licking her lips, eyeing the stranger's bulge. "Five hundred," he replies, smirking. "For what?" she teases, already knowing the answer. "For your tight little cunt," he growls. She giggles, playing coy, but the game ends when she feels the cold bills pressing against her palm. In a nearby parking lot, she pays her debt, bent over the hood of a car, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs as he fucks her, her cries of pleasure echoing through the empty lot, a symphony of sin and satisfaction.