Sasha Banks Bikini Novels & Stories

she declared, kicking off her boots and jogging toward the steaming tub. Lena laughed, low and sultry, her dark brunette hair loose around her shoulders. She was the curviest of the three—wide hips, a tiny waist, and heavy, soft breasts that strained against her black bikini top. She followed Mia at a slower pace, swaying deliberately, knowing exactly where Sophia’s gaze lingered.

Damn that suave nature of his, damn it all! “Well let me get it on,” she said with a small squeak. She raced up to her room, putting it on and heading back down. It was a black bikini, with a small bit of padding in the bust area so her nipples wouldn’t poke out. Her butt hugged the bottoms though, and she could see Darren’s eyes glazing over it. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. “Not at all. You look cute though,” he said. “Thanks,” she blushed.

After a minute, she got up and said, " Let's go." Sasha was wearing a velvet cream blouse with a grey skirt that dropped till her knee. She had long legs, that were gleaming without any flaws and was toppled with the effect of her high heels. Anya was not gay but she couldn't take her eyes off of Sasha's legs. " Wow you must have become a model, Sasha." Anya blurted out. Sasha looked surprised, " I am a model. I'm doing it part time." She smiled. " That's great. You must be a versatile in the time managing department."

Sasha I’m jolted awake by something icy splashed on my face. I gasp for air, trying to wipe my face, but my hands are bound behind me. I remember getting into my room wanting to bathe, but I suddenly felt someone clamping a hand over my mouth. “Well, look at that,” Nikki taunts, walking into the room in leggings, a sports bra, and a leather biker jacket. “Alpha Sasha,” she laughs, bowing to me. I swallow hard, my chest tightening. Rory wants to lunge at her, but my body is shaking and my lips are trembling.

Although every fiber of Lyla’s being resisted, her feet moved forward uncontrollably, inching closer to get a better view of what was happening inside the room. There, the moaning woman lay draped over the arm of the sofa in a seductive pose, her hips provocatively raised. She wore a skimpy bikini, with the lower half resembling a thong, exposing nearly all of her backside. This must be the woman the others had mentioned—Sienna Rivers.

He experienced a moment of shock, then realized she was wearing a bikini. And . . . damn. When had his modest Sarah bought a bikini? He stared at the tiny string tied at the center of her back, at the small stripey panties that barely covered her luscious ass. “Do you want to swim with me?” she asked, easing into the water. Her long legs were gorgeous in the moonlight. He was glad the beach was empty, because his pants were growing uncomfortably tight across the groin. “If I say no, are you going to get dressed?”

the second we finished yoga, clapping like we were toddlers and she’d just invented recess. “Swimsuits, everyone! Family games. No excuses.” Dad was already in navy trunks, floating on an inflatable raft with a beer, looking blissfully ignorant of the current running beneath the surface. Victoria wore a teal one-piece with strategic cutouts—elegant, athletic, somehow still editorial-ready. I’d slipped a black bikini under my cover-up—simple triangle top, high-waisted bottoms that hugged the curve of my hips. Hair still in the loose knot from yoga. Sunglasses hiding where my gaze kept drifting.

It was the perfect moment, she thought. Gently, Savannah removed the towel, revealing a skimpy, bright red bikini that hugged her curves provocatively. The bikini top was a classic triangle style, tied behind her neck and back, showcasing her toned stomach. The bottoms were low-rise with side ties, leaving little to the imagination. She carefully placed the towel on the ground, moving silently to avoid alerting Bentley. Tiptoeing towards him, Savannah’s heart raced with anticipation. She had always wanted to kiss Bentley for as long as she could remember, and she saw this as her chance. Just as she leaned in, her lips inches from his, Bentley spoke, his eyes still closed.

Within few minutes the woman arrives wearing only net bikini. " Hi Handsome, I'm Sasha..... I heard you need someone hot like me " She catwalks to him and he pushes her on the couch. " Good thing you're not wearing too much clothes " he mutters kissing her stomach and goes down to her pussy... He buries his face inside . Sasha moans grabbing his hair feeling his tongue diving deeper inside her . Caspian raises his head and licks his lips " you don't taste so bad slut " He removes his boxers and his large dick pounced out ...

While… I guess that made sense then. “Shoot, I promised Maria a dance,” Sasha said just then. “And I think she’s coming to collect.” A woman in a glittering bikini was making her way towards us. The bikini was 1950s style, like a pin up girl. “Talk later?” Sasha said, directed at me. “Promise we’ll have a drink together?” Nodding, Sasha smiled, then rolled off to meet Maria. “She seems nice,” I said. “She is,” Luigi replied.