Flames Bikini の小説・ストーリー

Things just don’t add up, and with James as well as Morgan in Austria, I won’t be able to find anything out for a while. Today seems like it’s headed down the same path. “Well…are you going to say something instead of just staring at me like that?” Charlie demands. I could say a lot of things, but I’m having trouble being able to formulate words. I can’t help but to gawk at her barely clothed body. She poses in front of me in a black bikini. I know she’s still angry at me, but causing me distress makes her a bit chipper. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before. Four gold eyelets run along her bust and hips, with chains connecting the actual swimsuit to a waistband and choker. Being mor

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.

Roman’s POV The bonfire crackled like a warning. Orange flames licked the night sky, and the scent of burnt wood mixed with coconut sunscreen and saltwater. Laughter rang through the circle of students sitting on towels and logs, all tipsy off cheap seltzers and the thrill of doing things they probably shouldn’t. Ariana sat across the fire from me. Hair messy from the wind. Eyes too bright. Her bare legs tucked beneath her and that tiny bikini top peeking out beneath her open button-down shirt. Red. The color I told her not to wear in public.

••GYM ROOM•• Flame was seen training in the room. She was putting on a strapless bralette with a big joggers, revealing her s*xy and flat tummy. Protective bandaged were wrapped around her fists and she could be seen punching and giving hard kicks onto the punching bag. She spinned and then gave a back kick onto the punching bag and it tore. Flame breathed heavily as she watched the sand pour down to the ground with sweat falling from her face. "S*xy and strong... What more could I ask in a girl" Cisco said while walking in.

She had a royal blue triangled bikini with tied string sides, making it look appealing to Blake’s eyes. “I like the color, and it goes great with the fiery red hair,” Blake commented. With a smile, Sara reentered the booth, and she had two more to show to Blake for his opinion. Last was Sylvia, with her long jet-black hair covering her breasts. She appeared in a black micro-bikini. There was not much to the suit, and Blake was astounded by the outfit’s look or what it lacked of. Sylvia’s large breasts defied gravity as the little cloth only covered her areolas and nipples as the little cloth was covering her shaven pussy. When she turned around, only a thin string was showing in the crack of

Flora asked. "I suggest you wait for him under the beach umbrella in front of your cottage, so he would know it's you," the lady answered without a change of tone, polite as she had been ever since the start of their conversation. "I will do that. Thanks!" Flora quickly changed into her summer dress. A see-through white net one-piece to cover her bikini beachwear. She was thinking about being herself. Although she was aware she wasn't slim like other ladies, she wanted to be bold and fulfill her plans to wear this set of bikinis she brought with her.

Flames licked the side of the building, centered two floors above hers, but the smoke had already spread throughout the upper units. She coughed violently, standing on the curb, wrapped in a neighbor's blanket. Her phone buzzed. Alexander. "Where are you?" he demanded as soon as she answered. "My building. There's a fire. I'm okay." "Stay there. I'm coming." Twenty minutes later, a black sedan pulled up beside the scene. Alexander stepped out, his coat half-buttoned, eyes scanning the crowd until he found her. Relief flooded his face. "Come on," he said, wrapping his coat around her shoulders. "You're staying with me tonight."

Not behind. Not trailing. Beside him, like a rightful heir. I’d seen photos of Crescent’s pack members during intelligence briefings, but never her. Never this. She looked young—late teens—but she held herself with the kind of self-control most adults struggled to master. Her hair was braided tightly, glinting a deep red-gold under the afternoon sun. Her posture: alert, balanced, ready. But the energy around her… My wolf slammed against my ribs. THAT. HER. THE FLAME.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

My words cut off on a moan as he dragged the scissors down my body, shredding my bra and leaving my breasts bare. The metal was icy against my skin, making me shiver. Aiden set the scissors down and palmed my breasts roughly, making me arch off the bed. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "So responsive, so eager. You're going to make a good little slut for me, Amira. I'll train this body to crave only my touch."