Barbie Sins

Barbie Sins arches over white leather, the curve of her spine offered like an invitation. Victoria’s palm glides across her skin, smooth and unhurried, before she guides the girl onto her back. Barbie settles, knees opening, and Victoria’s fingers move in—stroking, spreading, parting those slick lips to let cool air kiss inside. She dips two fingers deep, twists them once, then slips them between Barbie’s lips for the blonde to suck clean. The metal speculum comes next, its polished edges spreading her wider while she stays on hands and knees. Barbie moans into the smooth stretch and only quiets when the cold head of a fist-shaped dildo replaces it, working past the first tight resistance. Victoria knows the pace; she reads each tremor, lets the silicone sink until Barbie’s cunt swallows the shaft. When she pulls it free, she offers her own hand instead—fingers folded, thumb tucked. She pushes in to the wrist, slow, steady, until her knuckles glide and her forearm flexes. Barbie stands on shaky legs, one hand reaching down to rub her clit as the fist rocks inside her. They change angle, Victoria angling deeper, and Barbie’s breath hitches into a raw, pulsing release. While her cunt still flutters, Victoria slides those wet fingers between her parted lips so she can taste what just happened.