"Emma, it's still early."
Seeing Robert Thomson starting to cuddle and kiss her again, Emma Smith didn't even open her eyes, just raised her hand: "Very sore, no energy left."
"No problem, I'll do it~" Robert Thomson, as expected, perked up, rolled over and lay down, unceremoniously grabbing her hand.
Her palm was soft, and her fingertips had some extra flesh. He had had former lovers do this for him before, but those women were too thin, and although their hands were slender and attractive, they had little flesh. When he touched them, it felt like the claws of death, and it was already good if it didn't give him nightmares.
Men, although they are visually oriented creatures, like to look at pretty women. However, once on the bed, it's different. What's the use of being thin? It's better to hold something substantial and to feel comfortable.
