My hands, my buttocks: without tricks, pure passion

The white lace body slid over my skin. I looked at myself: Perfect! I felt a goddess. I had to share this burning sensation. I turned, the bare back, the lace hugging my figure. My buttocks, large and powerful, filled the fabric. So that there would be no doubt, for my fans, I put a hand in each one, squeezing them decisively. It wasn't a trick! It was pure reality. The flash immortalized my pride, my body, my fire. "Here I am, without filters or deception. Pure power!"