My Soliloquy Disgruntled With Love

Mathēmatikē ärt

Our bodies lay parallel to each other..i seize the moment as i trail down your jewel spot...my tongue perpendicularly bisects your inside swiftly rotating at 180 degrees... It stretches your walls become adjacent to my hypotenuse tongue...inserting my fingers diagonally.... With Every touch every ride you moan as to say your precious jewel is symmetrical... so exponentially small but your interval spacing gradually becomes critical your tempo increases becoming harder to prove your identity you climax your waves greater then the infinite tan graph i drown in it exclusively...