There is just something you can’t quite get off your mind. It doesn’t matter if you’re with your wife, your friends, your boss... all that you can feel is the phantom of My fingers fucking your finances.

And you ache for it. You crave to have My pretty little fingers raking through your mind and wallet, taking whatever I want, rewiring as I see fit, and leaving you shivering in their greedy wake. Because that money looks so much better in My perfect hands and always does. Feeling My fingers dig deeper and deeper each time is so rewarding to know that you are spreading you...

There is just something you can’t quite get off your mind. It doesn’t matter if you’re with your wife, your friends, your boss... all that you can feel is the phantom of My fingers fucking your finances.

And you ache for it. You crave to have My pretty little fingers raking through your mind and wallet, taking whatever I want, rewiring as I see fit, and leaving you shivering in their greedy wake. Because that money looks so much better in My perfect hands and always does. Feeling My fingers dig deeper and deeper each time is so rewarding to know that you are spreading your wallet as wide as you possibly can. Every new set I get has you on the verge of a relapse. You dream of getting to place all of that hard earned cash directly into My hands and feel My nails scrape as I’m taking what is rightfully Mine.

But for now — you settle, squirm, and stroke to the way My fingers glide across My perfect body as you beg Me to finger fuck you into debt.