"Money talks, bitch," the stranger sneers, pulling out a wad of cash. The teen swallows hard, her eyes flicking from the money to the stranger's crotch. She's never been so vulnerable, so exposed, but the hunger in her stomach drives her on. She drops to her knees, her small hands fumbling with the stranger's belt. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing. She licks her lips, her heart pounding as she takes it into her mouth, gagging slightly at the girth. The stranger grabs her hair, fucking her face rough and fast. She moans around his cock, her pussy dripping with arousal. He pulls her up, spins her around, and slams into her from behind. She grips the wall, her nails scraping against the rough bricks as he pounds into her, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the alley. She's never felt so used, so degraded, but there's a perverse pleasure in it. When he comes, she feels the hot spurts of cum inside her, a tangy reminder of her desperate act. She takes the money, the stranger's cum dripping down her thighs, and walks away, her body aching and her mind racing.