Vanessa Kirby Bikini Novels & Stories

He’d introduced me to a few, but he spent most of the afternoon sunning himself and scrolling through his own device, staying close to my lounger. That didn't mean he wasn't tracking the movement around us. I was doing it too, though for different reasons. When the latest woman dropped her silk robe to reveal a dark green bikini, I realized she wasn't some twenty-something prospect. She was one of the greats. "Oh my god," I whispered. "That's Virelle Knox." Declan lowered his sunglasses, his eyes narrowing. "I haven't seen her since the winter summit. She’s still in peak condition."

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.

Venya replied, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest, glaring at Kiri. “Not you personally my dear. You are too innocent to the ways of men to satiate Skul I’m afraid,” Kiri smiled, tucking her dress under her knees as she sat down in a chair next to Rex, crossing one leg over the other, the long slit in her dress falling to the side, showing one of her tanned lean muscled legs. “I wouldn’t call myself innocent,” Venya scowled, pouting slightly, allowing Kealy to lead her over to the warming light of the crystal, Kealy’s hand pushing her gently into a seat.

Natasha was happily paddling in the water together with Venus and the other models. They are all in a two-piece bikini except her. Luckily, Venus didn't really push her to take off the shorts and shirt over the swimsuit she was wearing. She took off her glasses and left them in the cottage as well so that she could freely dive under the water. It was good that when she fell earlier, she quickly grabbed the glasses so as not to lose them, it was like her instinct. When they all got out of the water, the models lay down on the sand one by one. She just stood there and looked at them.

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

And they weren’t just there to watch. They were in bikinis. My breath caught, but my eyes didn’t even flick to Maya or Lila. They were on Aria, only Aria. She wore a Ravencrest bikini, the school’s crest small on the side of her hip. A pair of simple flip-flops tapped against the pavement as she walked. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her glasses still sat perched on her face, making her look both innocent and… devastatingly hot.

Vanessa was waiting. She stood at the island counter in a thin white sundress that hadn’t been there earlier no bra, nipples visible through the fabric, hem barely skimming mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, a few blonde strands loose around her face. She looked freshly fucked and still hungry. The second I stepped into the room, she set down the coffee mug she’d been holding and crooked a finger. “Come here.” I crossed the space in three strides. She met me halfway, hands sliding up my chest, pulling me down into a deep, filthy kiss tongue stroking mine, tasting like coffee and want. I groaned into her mouth, hands dropping to grip her ass hard through the dress.

Glancing at my two model friends, Kendra and Trinity who dived on the pool and soothingly enjoyed the night, they are my real family. "Hey Jada, come join us! What the hell are you doing there?" I shook my head and chuckled. Slowly removing the thin cloth that covers me, and exposing my red bikinis, I quickly jump off the water and swim closer to them. "Where did you buy that bikini? Is that Victoria's secret latest released design?" Trinity asked as amusement fills her eyes. "Yes." I plainly said. "Woah, we should've checked it out, Kendra. I told you, it is a limited edition as well. They are probably sold out, damn I am so envious of you Jada. " Trinity ranted.

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 repeated it to myself like a rule, like something written down and signed. I flipped a page I hadn't actually read and stared at the words until they stopped making sense. There was a slight disturbance in the sand, like someone approaching, but I heard two sets of footsteps. "We should set the umbrella over there," one of them said. I turned quickly to see who it was, my Coke nearly slipping from my hand. Vanessa stood there in a blue floral bikini with a silk robe tied loosely around her waist. Her hair was pinned up, oversized sunglasses pushed to the top of her head. She looked effortless in the way she always did, like the sun arranged itself around her on purpose.