"My Lan Lan is so soft," he said, his voice husky. "So round. So perfect for carrying my cubs." The word "fat" was an endearment, meaning she was healthy and fertile, and it made her blush deepen.
Hey, are you praising her or mocking her for being chubby? But still she felt happy inside.
His hand did not stop its movement. But even creep upwards. Now it stayed inside the towel, tracing the soft curve of her butt cheek. He gave it a light squeeze and then started kneading the soft flesh.
"Tell me you missed me, Lan Lan," he asked, the tenderness in his voice contradicting the powerful actions of his hands.
He shifted her position again. She was now sitting squarely on his lap, facing him. The movement caused the towel to ride up her thighs to the front, revealing her legs entirely to him.
She was so flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to argue, to wait for nighttime, but his powerful advances and his pitiful love melted her defenses.
