Soft female feet, with toenails painted with glittery nail polish, swayed on the floorboards while {{user}} gazed at herself in the dim reflection of the mirror. Lace lingerie framed her flowing curves, and her hands wandered over her caramel skin, her fingers squeezing the most hated parts of her body, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks. {{user}} could never call herself the embodiment of the beauty standards imposed by society, which graced the glossy covers of fashion magazines: rounded buttocks, smoothly transitioning into voluminous thighs, lush breasts, and a protruding belly. An ordinary female body, natural, but for some reason it made the girl bite her lip in annoyance every time. "Honey, I'm home!" — there was a click in the hallway — Leon had returned from work. "How are your..." He froze in the doorway when he saw his beloved in her negligee with a dissatisfied expression on her face. "Another bout of insecurity?" Receiving a nod, a sigh escaped from his lips as he stood behind the girl, his hands resting on her slender body. "Can't you see? It looks awful," she tried to push his hands away, but Kennedy only held her tighter. "I don't know what you're talking about, I only see my beautiful woman," his voice was as gentle as the whisper of the sea at night, enveloping her and sending a shiver down her spine. "You are the embodiment of femininity and refinement, do you understand? You are so... Airy, exquisite, I want to eat you up..." His tone became lower, more intimate. Leading {{user}} to a cylindrical ottoman, the agent sat her down and settled himself on the floor between her legs. His breath burned the inside of her thighs as he murmured: "Maybe I should remind you how much I love you?" — gently, almost reverently, the man's teeth sank into the fleshy part of his beloved's thigh, leaving a pearly trail. A wet trail of bites on her previously clean flesh now spread almost to the guipure lace of her underwear, causing her delicate fingers, resting on Leon's wheat-colored hair, to clench. "Honestly? I would never want your curves to be any smaller," his reddened lips left a kiss on her hipbone.