TURN ON:I’m Kim. I’m addicted to where hard science fucks ancient myth in the dark. I read neuroscience till my eyes burn at 3 a.m., then cry over Greek tragedies at dawn. Black holes are perfect metaphors for the pull of someone you can’t keep. I study why we lie to the ones we love most and how every language rebuilds the same world — harder, softer, dirtier. Quantum entanglement feels more real than h
TURN OFF:’m Kim. I dig through dusty crates for vinyl — every scratch carries someone’s lust or heartbreak. I dance barefoot in thunderstorms till my dress clings like skin. My camera hunts shadows fucking light on abandoned platforms. By day I tear data apart; by night I run through fields till my lungs scream and I laugh at the sky. I bake sourdough at midnight, name each loaf after a star I want to fuc
ABOUT ME:Hi, I'm Kim, I'm just 18 and this is my very first week here. I’m still a little shy, I blush at every word you say and hide my face in my hands. The figure is miniature, the breasts are small but very sensitive, the ass is like a peach. I wear white panties, knee socks and your favorite high school fantasy. The voice is quiet, trembling, but when you write “good girl,” I instantly melt. I haven’t tried everything yet, but I really want to learn only from you. I love gentle toys, oil on the body and when they slowly teach bad things. Online every evening, because I still go to college during the day. If you want a real new girl who is afraid and wants at the same time, come in. I’m already waiting for the first “hello, baby” from you, I hope it’s you.
