ONM: Chapter 7

We organized our things before changing into bikinis. I wore a red bikini with my cover-up, let my hair down, applied lip tint to avoid looking too plain, and grabbed my sunglasses before leaving the restroom. Just as Penelope finished changing, she appeared wearing a black bikini with a cover-up, her hair styled in a messy bun.

As she glanced in my direction, she observed my entire look. Nervous, I waited for her judgment; she always does this.

“Is it okay? Does this swimsuit suit me?” I asked nervously, raising an eyebrow.

“Seriously, girl, are you really asking that? Almost everything you wear looks good on you. You're so beautiful and hot, with a perfect body. I wish I had perfect boobs like yours! So jealous,” she remarked. Unconsciously, I looked down to check my chest. Many have complimented my body and boobs.

“Enough of that. Let's go!” She pulled me out, carrying her phone and DSLR. She really likes taking pictures—one of her hobbies.

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