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Her girlfriend, Jess, lounged on the bed, watching with a lazy smile. “You’re staring yourself down again.” bbw tgirl

Mara adjusted the hem of her satin dress, the deep plum fabric pooling over curves she’d learned to love rather than hide. The mirror reflected a woman who was soft in all the right places—sturdy thighs, pillowy arms, a belly that rose and fell with steady breath. She was a BBW, and tonight, she was also just Mara —no asterisks, no apologies. “Just making sure the seams hold