"How much?" the eldest asks, her eyes scanning the bills spread out on the table. "Fifty for a show, a hundred for a handjob, two fifty for a fuck," the middleman replies, his gaze locked on her pert breasts. The teens huddle, whispering, before the youngest pipes up, "I'll do a show for fifty, but no touching." They laugh, but the deal is struck. The room fills with the sound of moans and smacking skin as the girls perform for the camera, their bodies glistening with sweat and juices. They're not just fucking for money; they're selling their youth, their innocence, one orgasm at a time.