Extreme Bikini Uncensored Novels & Stories

Pulled the zipper. "Lift up." I lifted my hips. He peeled my jeans off. My underwear too. I was completely naked in front of the fire. He sat back. Looked at me. "Fuck," he said. "What?" "You're so beautiful." "Show me." He stood up. Unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned his jeans. Pushed them down. His dick was already hard. Long. Thick. The veins standing out on the shaft. I stared at it. My pussy started dripping. I could feel it running down my thigh.

Oh don't forget, the part of the bikini that only sticks to the nipple. Just looking like this, Richard was impatient. He pulled Arini to sit on him quickly. “Uncle Richard!” Arini yelled but laughed too. She was quite surprised by Richard's reaction. She thought he was going to kiss her almost naked body. “You're so sexy.” Rikcy squeezed Arini's tantalizing ass. “Your chest looks really big.” “Then it's not big?” Arini pouted. “It's not like that. It's big in your hands when you squeeze it, you know. But because you're wearing this bikini, it looks like it's spilling over, baby.”

He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds. “Fuckkk!” Toussaint rasped at the sexiness of the sight. After licking Toussaint’s fingers clean, Jace stood up, cock erect and facing him, then knelt down as ordered. “Take them off,” Toussaint ordered and Jace complied. Toussaint’s humongous cock sprang out like a viper ready to bite. Jace’s jaw dropped at the length and size of it. He’d seen cocks of various sizes but none like THIS. It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most.

Another clip loaded automatically, they were my private compilation, hours of her spliced together from press events, interviews, and a few stolen paparazzi shots I’d paid way too much for. This one was her at the beach fundraiser with Bella, her white bikini was barely containing those full tits, water glistening on her thighs as she stepped out of the surf. The camera caught the way her nipples peaked against the wet fabric. I groaned loud, hips bucking up into my hand. “Fuck, look at you,” I growled. My strokes grew rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, imagining it was her tight little hand instead.

This quaint little nook is dedicated to beach lovers, showcasing an assortment of surfboards and a wide range of vibrant swimming attire. As I browse through the collection, a stunning bikini captures my attention. It's an eye-catching hot pink number, striking in design with a daring thong bottom. I can't resist; I grab it the moment I spot my size, excitement coursing through me. Sebastian eyes my choice skeptically, his protective instinct kicking in as he murmurs, "Babe, I don’t think so. You're already showing way too much skin, and every guy here is checking you out. I'm just two seconds away from pulling out my gun and threatening them all."

His phone buzzed again, and Nicholas eagerly opened the next message. She sent no text with this photo, only the overt image of her lower body, once more reflected in the mirror. She'd removed her shorts, and was wearing only her bikini bottoms, which were cut so small around her perfectly formed ass that it was nearly a thong. Her fingers were curled in the tiny strip of fabric at the front of her bikini, just barely pulling down the fabric. It sat so low on her hips that if it were a mere millimeter lower, her pussy would be exposed.

She was wearing a red tube design bikini, so her whiteness was emphasized even more. The design of her bikini top is the same as the one that only covers her nipples, the size of her boobs... looks like mine. I can also see how round it is because the lower part of her bobs is not covered by the size or maybe the size of the bikini she took is really small? "Señorito's jowa is really hot! Like a Victoria's Secret Model!" Clara "You'll be all over it!" Xhea "It's like he and Lena have the same size boobs!" Kia said, the two of them kept looking at me... I mean they looked directly at my boobs.

“This is it, you nosy little bitch.” I stood there, towel draped loosely around my damp bikini, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene display. “I… I didn’t mean to…” “Shh.” Zara reached out a hand, slick with her own cum. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to find out, to see if you’d be a good little slut like me.” The chat exploded with excitement—new viewer alerts, questions about the “hot friend in bikini.” “Bring her in!” “Make her strip!” Tips tripled, the screen lighting up like a casino.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.