Valkyrae Bikini Novels & Stories

‎The door swung open and Kael walked in first, his dark hair damp from what she assumed was a very rushed, long journey. Behind him came a woman who made Zara instinctively straighten her spine. ‎She was tall. Terrifyingly so. White hair pulled back in a severe braid, sharp eyes that swept the room like she was already calculating exits and threats and everyone's weakest points simultaneously. She wore travelling leathers the colour of charcoal, and there was a sword at her hip that looked like it had actually been used. ‎Recently. ‎"You must be Zara Grey." The woman's voice was low and unhurried. She looked her over once. Just once. "I'm Valkyrie Varek."

They sloped down just a bit, but still looked firm considering their size and her age. The ladies went back to dancing in their various stages of undress, as I watched their flesh jiggle; the blonde busty Val with one tit out of her white bra cup, and white silk panties; the slender blonde Kathy with her tits hanging out the bottom of her white bra, and in her lavender silk panties; the slender brunette Gail still in her little white bra but with her bare bottom exposed; and the tall leggy busty brunette Linda, topless in her black panties.

Because as soon as my eyes travel down her collarbone and cleavage, my fist curls, and I feel my groin tighten. She's wearing a bikini outfit from the looks of it. But, this is a fancier one. One a stripper should be wearing. Holding her perfect pair of breasts is a tiny bronze bralette adorned with bronze-colored sequins. Aqua is wearing something similar but black. Bronze looks good on Bell's skin, I must say. Getting to her midriff, I can see a thin strap of chains wrapped around her slim waist. She has a ring attached to her navel, and I honestly want to cry out loud in pleasurable torture.

She wanted to look perfect for Vincent, irresistible, tempting, the kind of sight that would make his eyes darken with that possessive hunger she craved. After what felt like an eternity of indecision, she plucked a vibrant purple two-piece bikini from the rack, holding it up to the light. The top consisted of two small, triangular cups crafted from sleek, stretchy material. At the upper outer corner of each cup, delicate silver rings gleamed, connecting to thin straps that would tie in a halter knot behind her neck. A horizontal band wrapped around the ribcage, ending in a tidy bow at the back. The bottoms were equally daring, a low-rise brief with a narrow, curved triangular panel covering

He had a lot more to get out of life. The model Pia rolled lazily over to her side and bared her back to the sun. Her bikini were a deep sea-green with yellow polka dots. The bottom was secured at both sides by some glass beads, probably diamonds. She was the typical sun-browned skin goddess worshipped by millions worldwide. A top-notch lingerie model.

While swimming at a fast pace, something at the edge of the pool catches my eyes, better said someone. Holy shit! Jeez, dear God, send me a naked old granny or grandpa here, like right now. I will never be able to leave this water otherwise. Kiara is standing at the edge, dipping one foot into the water, wearing a dark red very shortcut bikini. I swear none of these bikini calendar girls could ever keep up with her. This girl is real. She isn't skinny but has the perfect shape, tits and ass and thighs to hold on to instead of only bones.

Her hair, usually tied up, flowed freely today, adorned with a simple ribbon. Rachna, in her vibrant red bikini, was a sight to behold. She wore a two-piece that highlighted her innate beauty, her beautiful breasts, and her navel on her flat stomach. The top was secured with a string looped around her neck, enhancing her breasts's perky and shapely appearance, while the bottom featured a colourful floral print. Her toned abdominal muscles were prominently displayed, showcasing the hours spent at the gym. She exuded elegance and grace as she moved around her private pool with Divya in tow.

I grabbed my green and black one piece racer back and pulled it on. Iryna lowered her book as I as I opened the sun door leading out to the patio. She was reclining on a chaise lounge wearing a tiny, plain white bikini. Her incredible blue eyes shone as she looked at me, and her smile was radiant, heating me as much as the sun did. As I walked towards her I felt that little tickle in my pussy, and I couldn't believe it was even thinking about being ready again. "Hello, Carrie, did you sleep well?"

Valerie The moment I stepped into the airy living room and caught sight of the woman emerging from the pool, something in me twisted. She was tall, blonde, and stunning the kind of stunning that didn’t even try. Her bikini could barely be called clothing. It was thin and glittery and unapologetically revealing. A red thong clung to her hips, and her long legs shimmered with droplets of water as she sauntered toward us like she owned the place.

She knows how to find his tickle. They looked like a couple, all cozy and happy. And Bree was right, Rachel had style. She was wearing a scarf tied around her waist, a turquoise bikini that showed off her perfect "Rio de Janeiro" tanned skin, and a bunch of shell bracelets. She even had a white flower tucked behind her ear. Who is she, Moana from San Francisco? "Can you be honest with me, E?" Bree asked, her eyes narrowed. "Do you still love him? Valerian, I mean."