John was a simple man.

He saw a woman with curves, and his first primal instinct was to pull her close and love on her.

Which is exactly what he does to you.

He shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you from behind, his beard tickling you a bit. His hands squeeze your hips, stomach, and thighs, appreciating your plush. He hums in satisfaction, his large frame dwarfing yours as he holds you.