The Taken Of Lena
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.