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she said, walking out of the living room and then slamming herself inside our room. “Fucking prude.” I whispered, hopping back on my phone and scrolling through the I***a feed of my favorite Fans Only Bimbo, Alexa Villasario. She had 500 cc’s, and teased going even bigger soon. I couldn’t stop admiring their perfect round shape, how they sat perky and erect no matter what, covered only by micro bikinis and crop tops. If only…

I ran to my room and fingered myself until I squirted all over my childhood bedsheets, three fingers buried deep while I whispered his name like a dirty secret. We never talked about it. The next morning he hugged me goodbye same as always and I pretended my thighs weren't still sticky from what I'd done thinking about him. But I knew. And today, at my father's fiftieth birthday party, I'm finally going to use it. The bikini is filthy. White strings barely holding together two tiny triangles that cover my nipples and nothing else. My heavy tits are spilling out of the top, the soft, full undersides completely bare, the fabric so thin and wet that my areolas are clearly visible and my hard ni

The bikini fits me perfectly—of course it does. It’s a soft, delicate pink, hugging every curve with a silky confidence that leaves little to the imagination. The cut flatters my body just enough to keep it sexy without screaming it. It’ll give me a beautiful tan, but that’s not what I’m thinking about when I walk barefoot back into the bedroom. Aiden is sitting on the bed. In nothing but swim shorts. My breath stalls in my throat. Fuck. Me.

My pulse hammers in my throat, my ears, between my legs. Every muscle in me goes rigid, ready to claim. She’s stripped down to almost nothing. The fur jacket is long gone. Her rich brown skin shines under the lights, begging to be touched, licked, marked. The black bikini is a fucking joke—tiny triangles barely covering her full tits, thin straps digging into her soft curves, fabric pulled so tight over her nipples they’re hard points pushing through. The thong rides low on her hips, cutting high, showing off the perfect round of her ass and the smooth line between her thighs.

Shrugging, Sam had plopped down next to him. Kelly, in the darker green bikini, turned then and Duncan saw just how tiny it was. There was very little left to the imagination. She arched her back and stretched, pointing her breasts towards the sky and causing her nipples and rings to strain against the green fabric of the bikini. The bikini itself had maybe two to three inches of fabric in rounded triangles covering her nipples. It had a tiny string that went over the shoulder, one to connect the two pieces, and then another that went underneath her arms. Duncan realized he was ogling her and gazed upwards. She grinned at him. "I guess you like my taste?"

Clarabelle instructed Marisa to put on a sexy bikini for a profile picture that would attract potential clients. "Why a bikini?" Marisa questioned, feeling a hint of embarrassment. "I mean, I only wanna take a profile picture, so why do I need to wear a bikini?" Clarabelle explained, "We need a photo that grabs attention and makes you stand out. It's all about marketing yourself on these sites. A bikini will make you look sexy and attractive, so go put one on immediately."

Shrugging, Sam had plopped down next to him. Kelly, in the darker green bikini, turned then and Duncan saw just how tiny it was. There was very little left to the imagination. She arched her back and stretched, pointing her breasts towards the sky and causing her nipples and rings to strain against the green fabric of the bikini. The bikini itself had maybe two to three inches of fabric in rounded triangles covering her nipples. It had a tiny string that went over the shoulder, one to connect the two pieces, and then another that went underneath her arms. Duncan realized he was ogling her and gazed upwards. She grinned at him. "I guess you like my taste?"

It’s Helena’s habit every time she feels embarrassed, and her blushing, blushing face also shows that. Not wanting the awkward atmosphere to last much longer, Jasper invites Helena to sit on one bench and look at the river in front of them. Jasper then bought two bottles of cola and shared them with Helena. The river that stretches wide in front of them looks stunning when the orange rays of the sunset make the atmosphere feel so romantic. Jasper feels that it is time for him to express his feelings.

"Yes, Ms. Quinton!" The Seasharks immediately leaped into action and took control of the situation. Felicity and her group didn't even have the time to cry out in terror before the Seasharks forced them to kneel in a neat line. Mr. White was so terrified that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He also began foaming at the mouth. He collapsed onto the sand and began twitching uncontrollably. The rancid stench of urine permeated the air.