"How much for your mouth?" the client asks, his voice gruff with desire. The teen whore, dressed in revealing clothes that leave little to the imagination, smirks, her eyes calculating. "Fifty," she replies, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The transaction complete, she leans in, her small hands unbuckling his belt, her breath hot on his crotch. She takes him in her mouth, her head bobbing, her tongue swirling, her eyes watering as she works, determined to earn every penny.