“I love these babies, they are so beautiful and tasty,” She raved as she message them, molding her hands around them, seemingly transfixed by them like they were holding her captive, a more than willing captive but a captive nonetheless ,  “They fit my hands perfectly, like they were made using the measurement of my hands, I bet you that’s what happened,” At this last comment the body beneath her started shaking and soon the sound of outright laughter could be heard ringing around the room, destroying the almost silent worship of bodies that have been going in the room, except for the occasion dirty sexy comments that came from both worshipers and plenty of moans, groans and the sound of untold pleasure that have been going on for hours in the room.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,”

“Please share the joke.”

“No Joke, I’m just unbelievably happy (A pause while a pair of beautiful deep brown eyes gave her a look) you seriously think these babies were especially made for you?”

“Yes, no other babies have ever fit my hands as perfectly as these. Are you deny they are mine?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby,”

“Good, cause we both know you’d be lying if you did,” acting like the conversation a minute ago never took place, she went back to her object of adoration, this time putting more than her hands on them, open mouth kisses leave a trail of fire around the little soft human globes, causing the body below her to moan in pleasure.

“I bet if I wanted I could make you come just by playing with them,” she boast as  she stopped kissing them to look at them like there was nothing else in the world except them, not even the body they were attached to.

“Please,” her partner moaned, begging.

“Were they made just for me?” She question, without lifting her eyes from her beautiful babies, while moving her fingers in circular motion around them, softly pulling their little pointing points.

“Please, stop teasing,”

“I’m not teasing. I just don’t feel right about playing with something that wasn’t made for me,”

“Yes, yes, they were made just for you,”

“But they’re not truly mine,”

“YES, they are! They’ve never been anyone else but yours, totally, completely yours. Now shut-up and just do me!!”