It earned her another smack on her plump ass, something he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he’d acted nothing but approving of her body, imperfect as it was. She had a smaller waist, but it was far from flat and it was squishy in places, much like her breasts. But her hips flared, giving a rounded shape that seemed almost out of proportion to her waist and even her breasts. And her backside was plump, too plump for Venus’s liking, which was why she rarely wore form-fitting clothing.
The only problem was that since Malcolm had prearranged most of the clothing she had purchased, it had nearly all been form-fitting and what he considered sexy on her.
Nothing he’d said, either verbally or in his body language, suggested he found anything wrong with her “plumpness.” Venus’s friends rolle
