Renee Holiday sexy - The 7th Annual New Orleans Burlesque Festival (2015)

At The 7th Annual New Orleans Burlesque Festival (2015), Renee Holiday took the stage and set it on fire. She started in a sleek orange dress with gold accents, looking classy but with a hint of what was to come. Then, like a goddess revealing her true form, she began to strip.

First came the dress, sliding off to show a gold lingerie set that clung to her curves like it was made just for her. The sheer skirt she wore over it teased the hell out of everyone, hiding her ass just enough to make you want to have it inside her. And when she finally dropped that skirt? Jesus. Her ass was unreal—full, round, and so fucking perfect it made your mouth water.

But she didn’t stop there. She kept going, taking off the bra to reveal her tits, covered only by tiny, sparkly pasties. Her boobs were incredible—perky, milky, and just begging to be looked at. Then she slid off the underwear, leaving nothing but a barely-there thong that did nothing to hide how hot she was. Her body was pure fucking perfection: juicy, curvy, and so damn sexy it hurt to look away.

Her legs went on forever, smooth and toned, and the way she moved between them was enough to drive any man wild. You could practically feel the heat radiating from her, and every inch of her screamed sex. She was the kind of woman you’d do anything for—gorgeous, confident, and so fucking seductive it was impossible not to imagine what it would be like to have her.

By the end, she was standing there in nothing but that thong and pasties, her body glowing under the lights, her confidence off the charts. She wasn’t just hot—she was a fucking fantasy come to life. Renee Holiday didn’t just perform that night; she owned every damn person in that room, leaving them horny, breathless, and completely under her spell.