A symphony of coins and moans

In a dimly lit room, she counts her earnings from the day, each coin a promise of pleasure. He watches, entranced, as she runs her fingers over the cool metal, her touch igniting a fire within him. She notices his gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Like what you see?" she teases, tossing a penny at him. It lands on his chest, rolling down to his throbbing cock, a trail of desire in its wake. She continues her dance of temptation, nickels and dimes raining down on him, each one a command to grow harder, to yearn for her touch.

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