Roxanne's heart raced as the camera's flash illuminated the stark white studio like a strobe light at a rave. Each pulse of light captured a moment of perfection, a still-frame in time that showcased her body's artistry. Her ass, a sculpture of nature's finest craftsmanship, tightly filled the blue denim that hugged her curves like a second skin. She knew it was a sight to behold, a masterpiece that could make or break a...