barbie dirty: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope

The elevator climbs fifty floors in barbie dirty, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “barbie dirty” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch barbie dirty,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “barbie dirty… barbie dirty… higher barbie dirty.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “barbie dirty” all the way down.