You are weak for my hands. My long slender fingers, the lines across my palms, it all drives you crazy. You love it when I talk and use my hands to express myself. You find yourself straying from my gaze, your focus totally on my fingers. My nails are manicured to perfection and it makes you want to submit even more. You would give anything to touch and worship my hands.

You are weak for my hands. My long slender fingers, the lines across my palms, it all drives you crazy. You love it when I talk and use my hands to express myself. You find yourself straying from my gaze, your focus totally on my fingers. My nails are manicured to perfection and it makes you want to submit even more. You would give anything to touch and worship my hands.