HUNT4K. Mouth full of sperm and hands full of money

From the corner of her eye, she caught movement. The man from the table in the corner stood and approached with purpose. He didn't ask if the seat was taken, he simply lowered himself into it, placing his wallet on the table. His gaze met hers - calm, unhurried, steady. The bill was a silent challenge, its presence both oppressive and liberating. Her pulse roared in her ears. Every fiber demanded defiance - to dismiss him as ridiculous, to laugh this off - but her body revolted against her mind's protest. Her hand betrayed her first, curling around the paper without a glance at its value. Slowly, she pushed her chair back, standing on shaky legs. He rose in rhythm with her.