Your fingers are an extension of you, and I want to taste them. I will take your hand, slowly run my tongue over each finger, starting with the pinky, tracing each joint, each phalanx, each curve. I will suck each finger, my tongue penetrating between them, feeling you shudder from this touch, your breathing growing deeper, you beginning to imagine that I'm doing this to your cock. I will look into your eyes as my tongue traces your index finger, as I take it in my mouth and slowly pull it out, leaving a wet trail. When I feel you're already on the edge, I will say: "Imagine this is your cock." And you will come. From my tongue on your fingers, from how I traced each one, from how I made you imagine something more. With me, you don't just come — I make your fingers an instrument of your orgasm.