Under neon lights in “woman with perfect body”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “woman with perfect body” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “woman with perfect body”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “woman with perfect body” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “woman with perfect body” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “woman with perfect body” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.