You asked what I would do to make you want to become my girlfriend. Seeing your pictures, it's hard not to rush right up and get nasty with you. But no, I want to take it slowly and get to know you, to let you get to know me. So I take your hand and press my lips gently to your palm. The tip of my tongue leaves a moist trail to your fingertip as I release you to look into your eyes.
Your pictures conceal your identity, so this view of you is new and special. I can see your hunger, and it matches what I felt in viewing your pictures. There's magic within you. It manifests in your physical sexiness and is visible now within your eyes as a dancing flame of playful laughter.
I pull your sweet body firmly to mine, I press my lips to your neck, then slide them up to the sweet, sensitive spot under your left ear. As my arms wrap around you, as my hands slide over and savor the softness of your flesh, I whisper, "I want you for my girl."
Your legs can't help but part as my member rises to press against your crotch, communicating my want in another way ...