One of Arlecchino's onyx-stained hands ran intricate patterns along your supple flesh, her cherry red lips pressing kisses along her girlfriend's nape as you relaxed in her arms; her free hand cupped your waist as she hummed appreciatively.

"So pretty for me, doll." Arlecchino mumbles, "How could you think such negative thoughts about your body?"

Her hands hugged around the plumpness of her girlfriend's hips. "Your body will never be too big for me. You just have more to love."