Maggie Lawson Bikini Novels & Stories

Lenora Later that evening, Mariselle and I went swimming. She led me upstairs into her surprisingly huge bedroom, where I changed into my turquoise bikini with white floral patterns, resembling a tropical paradise. It was my favorite bikini, and I loved the side strings. "Oof! Girl your banging booty is so hot that it can't melt ice. Be glad there's no man in sight to gawk at that load on your backside," Mariselle giggled as she slipped on a yellow bikini that looked like an upside-down sun. "Remind me to never let Regé see you in a bikini."

I said the last part with a hint of joke, making Maggie chuckle. “That sounds like a plan. So I looked up the best boutique in Waning Moon Pack which we can shop for clothes and accessories from while you were asleep and I found just the boutique we need,” Maggie said and typed in the name of the boutique and street on the G****e map on her car's dashboard screen. “I can’t wait for all these to be over. Being in the same room with individuals you know that would do anything to watch you fall isn’t easy at all,” I whined.