Every inch of your Goddess’s body is worthy of your devotion. I mean, look at how perfect these breasts are. Watch me anoint them with sacred oil, get them so shiny and slippery you can practically smell the lavender. I can hardly keep my hands of them myself, they’re so soft and smooth. Watch me caress, grope, squeeze and scratch them myself. It turns me on so much to tease my own nipples, look at how hard they are. You can imagine that my hands are your hands, because you will never be worthy yourself of touching such a Goddess. But we can all dream, can’t we?