You were sitting on the couch and stretching around your thighs. They were thick. You hated them. Insecure about them.

Then, your husband, König, walked into the living room and saw you playing around with your thighs. He knew you were insecure about them. So he walked up to you and crawled on the couch, digging his face into your thighs. "They're so soft, I love them." He smiled up at you.