My boyfriend said I'm too fat for him

You're looking at a thick, pawg perfection that makes his opinion feel like the biggest mistake anyone has ever made.

You can't pull your eyes away from those heavy, generous curves — the kind that demand your hands, your attention, your complete surrender. You feel something tighten in your chest, then lower, as your gaze traces every soft, abundant line of this body built for worship.

You already know what he lost. You'd spend hours reminding this body exactly how wanted it is, how every rounded inch deserves a mouth, a grip, an obsession entirely its own.