Checks and balances

"Yo Ted. What's left in my bank account anyway"

Your driver + ghostly accountant + film crew + therapist looks at you through the rearview mirror.

"After your little temper tantrum just now?"

"It's not a tantrum if I was right Ted."

You grab the girl by her hair and shift your hips to angle deeper down her thoat while you're talking. The wet gags she was making shifted to a much smoother shlick as her throat transitioned into a pussy, your cock hilting at the hip and filling her throat as you bypassed her gag reflex.

She begins moaning from the sensation of her own uvula being crushed as she brutally slammed her face into your hips, lips widening into a natural ahegao to better suck on your cock.

"Yea, yea. Everything in your bank, plus the cash in safe, and the money pile you kicked under your bed trying to hide your dirty socks from your landlady last week? 5 bands give or take."

"Damn, you think I should start streaming videos again? Five thousand is barely anything."