Valkyrae Bikini Novels & Stories

Ariha and Kenya kicked Karan out of his own room stealing his wife and he sadly pouted and growled in annoyance. Ariha wore a neon green bikini which showed her perfect curves with thin strap sleeves and at the back it had zig zag thin ropes going with front displaying her cleavage valley depth. While Kenya chose a solid yellow bikini which had a thin rope halter to keep her bikini in its place with back having a tie knot. Dia was forced to wear one, which was hardly covering her anything. So, she wore a silk translucent top reaching till her mid thigh and had cap sleeves with a V neck still showing her cleavage.

Zean replied with a guiltless grin. "Oh... Well, you better drop Raisa off first, then talk to me about something. You see, I also feel like we've met before. By the way, Raisa, just tell me my number on the way. Bye... You guys get along on the road later" Valencia smiled broadly while waving her hand at the two humans who giggled at her departure. Tonight Valencia has just come out of the shower wearing only a kimono towel with her hair still wet. Her gaze falls on a red mini dress left lying on the bed with a piece of white paper on it.

The sun beat down on the private infinity pool like it was in on the secret, turning the water into liquid diamonds. Lila stretched out on a lounge chair in a tiny black bikini that barely qualified as clothing — the top barely contained her full tits, and the bottoms disappeared between her round ass cheeks. She’d chosen it on purpose. Oil glistened on her skin, making every curve shine. She knew Victor was watching from the shaded cabana. He’d been “working” on his laptop for the last hour, but his eyes hadn’t left her once.

Chapter 91: Distractions and Decisions VALERIE’s POV The sun was already up when I stepped out of the house, and I swear even it knew something important was about to happen. Public holiday or not, I was hyped. Today was my interview with Sienna Calloway — the Sienna. Media queen. Ice princess. My soon-to-be boss. I’d picked my outfit last night: sleek pencil skirt, soft lavender blouse that kissed my skin just right, a touch of perfume that whispered confidence. My hair was done, i had a calm glowing makeup and a new nails set ,i looked almost like the new Vicky but the Valerie version

She was like a magnet, pulling me into her and bringing me out of my zone. Her long blonde curtain resting on her shoulder looked so smooth that I nearly ran my fingers through them just a while ago. Her skin was like rare ivory of the world and all I wanted was to touch her. Val was fashionable in her own right as she wore a long sleeve turtle neck, black skirt, and oxford lace-up heels showing off her curves and height. I wanted to squish her cheeks but I stopped myself because that would be too creepy.

Vicky was grinning widely and had a nice glow in her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes as she watched the two of them. "Do you like my suit?" she asked, spinning around. She was wearing a rainbow-colored bikini and it looked stunning on her. Her smallish breasts were covered by two elongated triangles, their tips pointing upward. The bottom was much smaller but covered all of her delicate parts nicely. She grinned as he looked her over, giggling as Dexter nodded and smiled at Eric. "I really do," he said, giving Eric a thumbs up. "I like it better off," Eric said, reaching for the strap at her back and trying to yank. She spun away and shook a finger at them, then went over to talk to Jessie

he asks after a few minutes of silence. Valentina lets the book fall on her thighs, and Matteo notices she’s taken off the dress, leaving her in a yellow bikini. He can see some small tattoos he didn’t know she had on her waist, her ribcage, and behind her ear. He remembers talking about their tattoos back in Palermo a month ago. “We just exist.” She answers, pushing the sunglasses on top of her head. Her voice is monotone, like she’s annoyed, but there’s that twinkle in her eye that lets him know she’s playing.

"We're driving down to the beach. I have to change. Get your suit." Her only beach outfit is a string bikini, black, that shows her body off wonderfully. That new style, with a tiny little triangle over the pussy. Like Vampirella. When she swam with it, mostly in the pool, it couldn't stay in place, engineering wise. It could barely hold when she walked. She always wore a little gauze jacket in white that was a fantastic turn on. She liked him to wear a speedo.

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

I was in a deep red bikini bra that cocooned my breasts in rich, beautiful fabric, flaunting a whole lot of cleavage and a matching deep red bikini thong that was strapped high up over my hip bones, forming a sensual curve down my belly button to my bikini line. Over the thong, I had a see-through black cover-up skirt wrapped around my hips with wide opening slits so high, that my ass could be seen from the side. Black calf-length beach sandals curved up in curls and beautiful designs up my legs. I had only tiny jewelry on and my hair was left down, pouring, shimmering, and rippling down my back like a chocolate waterfall. Beautiful. Jake thought so too. “Beautiful.” He breathed in awe, star