Can we talk about how irresistible it feels to let my belly rolls show on purpose?
That soft, squishy little curve that folds when I sit down, or peeks out when I stretch my belly button up? SHE is the star of the show.

I don’t tuck her in anymore. I don’t suck her back. I let her spill out over my waistband, soft and plush, like the tease she is. She loves to be touched, traced, kissed slow. She’s sensitive, and she knows she’s got your attention…