Bronzed ‘SI' Swim model flaunts toned physique in string bikini
Since the bikini model, 25, hit the Balearic Island for a sun-soaked holiday, she's been dropping stunning photos of herself in a series of chic, tiny string bikinis.
In her latest drop, the bronzed model shows of her toned physique in a golden hour shoot, modeling an orange string bikini while knee-deep in the Mediterranean Sea.
'Sol de verano,' she captioned with the Spanish flag emoji. (It means 'summer sun' in Spanish.)
'Ahhhhhh YES YES YES,' wrote fellow model Erica Honing in the comments. An additional comment read, 'THAT'S MY BESTIE.'
'Golden girl,' agreed another model, Becca Jackson.
'3rd one could be an album cover,' said musician Daniel X.
There were many other messages from fans, including a flood of fire and heart eye emojis.
The USC grad is currently a finalist in Sports Illustrated's annual Swim Search to find models for the next year's print issue. Mason also hit the runway for the iconic magazine's fashion show to close out Miami Swim Week. The VIP-only, sold-out show on May 31 featured mostly models from this year's issue and took place at the super-glam W South Beach.
Also walking in the show were cover stars Livvy Dunne, Jordan Chiles and Lauren Chan, plus models such as Penny Lane, Ilona Maher, Katie Austin, Nicole Williams English, Ali Truwit, Camille Kostek, Achieng Agutu, Jasmine Sanders and Denise Bidot.
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