I know your little weakness. You love fur, it makes you weak, mindlessly stupid, and horny. All you want is to stroke. Well, you cannot think, you can only wank and worship me, cultivating this weakness, this mindless and brainless state. Do not take this hand off this cock, don’t take your eyes off my fur. With every stroke, you get weaker and weaker for me. You want to give me everything right now...you want to spoil me; you want to go broke for me... you will go into debt for me. Keep stroking and keep sending. You exist to please your manipulative Venus in Fur.