My fingers glide through your molten silk, igniting shivers like sparks on velvet night. Straddle my lips, my honey-dripped siren—let my tongue savor your jasmine-swelled bloom, until your soul’s thunder begs in starlit ecstasy.
I can't hide it. I like girls with big glasses. If you can spell out Fourier Transform Series or even Laplace transform, you'll get regular weekly guidance from me. If you tell me anything about Bernoulli or Euler, extra points. Basically be needy. https://t.co/9u13Naz8qH