"How much?" the john asks, eyes grazing her nubile form. "Fifty," she replies, trying to hide her nervousness. He smirks, leading her to his car. Inside, he unzips, revealing a stiff, veiny cock. She hesitates, then takes it in her hand, stroking tentatively. He grunts, pushing her head down. She opens her mouth, feeling him slide in, her inexperience clear. He fucks her face, then bends her over the seat, slamming into her from behind, making her cry out.