barbie sins: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

Between floors, the elevator halts in barbie sins. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, barbie sins,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “barbie sins, watch barbie sins come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “barbie sins, faster, barbie sins!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “barbie sins, barbie sins, fuck, barbie sins!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”