The scent of money mingles with the musk of arousal as the couple engages in their forbidden dance. She counts the bills, each one a promise of pleasure, as he unbuckles his belt, his eyes never leaving her body. She spreads her legs, inviting him in, and he accepts, his hardness pressing against her wetness. He fills her, each thrust echoing the slap of skin against skin, as they chase their climax. Afterwards, they lie entwined, the cash scattered around them, a testament to their shared secret.