Jenny Scordamaglia surprised by the touch
her curves demanding attention 
the camera focused on her form 
a hand exploring boldly 
her expression barely contained ecstasy 
the fabric straining against her skin 
a gasp a soft moan 
the moment intensifying with each touch 
her body arching into the embrace 
the sensation a delicious rush 
lost in the forbidden pleasure 
her eyes half-closed in bliss 
a hint of vulnerability and arousal 
the touch demanding her surrender 
her breasts tempting to touch 
a whisper of unspoken longing 
the climax a rush of sensation 
her body a thrilling tremor 
a final sultry sigh 
her eyes fluttering open 
the memory burning bright
