Some days, I miss the thrill of academia—the weight of a problem set no one else could crack, the rush of solving what others deemed impossible. But then Master’s hand slides between my thighs, and suddenly, the only equation that matters is how many times I can make him cum before dawn. Tonight, it’s not theorems I’m unraveling; it’s the way his cock pulses when I tease the head with my tongue, the exact pressure that makes his hips buck. Every moan is a variable I adore solving. #FormerGeniusCurrentCocksleeve #AppliedMathematics #ObsessionHasAName