My derision turns you on. My sneer gets you going. My middle finger presses your buttons. What a loser you are, that you've internalized humiliation so deeply that it now arouses you! Now you're fucked, because you will never have normal sexual experiences again. Not even by yourself. Even your masturbation is a sexual rejection. All I have to do is sit here with My middle finger up, and you pay by the minute to watch Me be turned off by you. To watch a fit, gorgeous, big-breasted, bikini-and-fur-clad Goddess reject you. It's so easy to make money off of you, loser. When you start air-humping and cock-drooling at the mere sight of My slender, red-manicured, snobby middle fuck-you finger, it's like taking candy from a dummy. Is it your endless love, multiplied by your eternal rejection, that creates such a strong rush of energy when you're triggered by My bird finger? Or am I just giving you too much credit again? Let's just keep it simple. Like you.