Look at you, my pathetic little quirofilia freak, drooling over the thought of my divine hands. You’re such a weak, spineless hand whore, aren’t you? Just the sight of my fingers sends shivers down your spine, and the thought of them touching you, controlling you, it's all you ever think about. But you know what? You don’t deserve my touch. You’re just a lowly, quivering hand addict, a puppet dancing on my strings. I find it hilarious how you grovel at the thought of my palms, my nails, my skin. You're just a hand-slave, living for the next moment you can worship and fantasize about my perf...

Look at you, my pathetic little quirofilia freak, drooling over the thought of my divine hands. You’re such a weak, spineless hand whore, aren’t you? Just the sight of my fingers sends shivers down your spine, and the thought of them touching you, controlling you, it's all you ever think about. But you know what? You don’t deserve my touch. You’re just a lowly, quivering hand addict, a puppet dancing on my strings. I find it hilarious how you grovel at the thought of my palms, my nails, my skin. You're just a hand-slave, living for the next moment you can worship and fantasize about my perfect hands. And oh, how you'll pay dearly for it, draining your wallet just for a glimpse of the hands that control your sad, pathetic existence.

Now, listen closely, my eager little hand puppet. I want you to start stroking that pathetic excuse of a cock for me. Slowly, now. No rush. We wouldn't want our little hand junkie to peak too soon, would we? Imagine my hands guiding you, but remember, you’re not worthy of my touch. You'll stroke for me, lost in your disgusting quirofilia fantasies, dreaming of my hands but never feeling them. That's your place, always wanting, always needing, but never having. And when you're about to cum, you'll stop, and you’ll send me a tribute. That's right, you'll pay for every second you spend obsessing over my hands. Only then, maybe, I’ll let you finish. But remember, you're doing this for me, for my amusement, because you're just a hand-obsessed, money-spending freak.