Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Skipper Novels & Stories

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Jaxon and I burst into laughter, and I lean into his hold as we both watch Aunt May and Sally hop together in pure excitement. Oh, this is by far the best Christmas ever.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

She sighs deeply. A minute later I called back up, "By Sis, see you this afternoon." She hears the door before she can respond. She sighs again saying out loud, "I love you too you big galoot." Barbie decides it's time for her to get up too. It's not like she will be able to go back to sleep with her bed empty. She scoots to the side of the bed and realizes she is pretty well covered in their emissions too. She looks back at the bed and sees it's trashed too. She decides to wash them after she cleans herself up first. Gingerly she pads to the shower and starts the water very hot to help relieve some tight muscles. She climbs in and moans at the wonderfully hot water cascading down her petite

"Oh, thank you, Master." Mom shoved one hand into her pussy and two fingers of the other one up her ass and started vigorously finger fucking herself. The whole time as I walked to the door, I could hear her berating Janice for being a fake mistress. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. In front of me was the most gorgeous red headed woman I'd had ever seen. She couldn't be older than twenty-one and her red hair was hanging down her shoulders in waves of natural curls. Her eyes were as green as an emerald. She was only about five foot five or six and she had on a simple tube dress that barely covered her more than ample breasts and perfect heart shaped rear. "Hi, umm, I'm Barbie. I was supp

“I didn’t realize this kingdom ran on Swiss time.” “Important people always run on time.” She turned back to her Barbies. “Sit down. But don’t step on Lawyer Barbie.” I looked down. A Barbie in white glasses and a pale pink suit was lying near my foot, a tiny purse still clutched in her hand. I arched a brow. “Which one is Lawyer Barbie?” Poppy looked at me like I’d just asked what the sky was. “The mean one.” “Extremely helpful explanation.” “That’s Auntie Hazel Barbie.” She pointed without looking. “And this one,” she said, lifting a Barbie with ridiculously long hair and a sparkly purple dress, “is Auntie Rhea Barbie. She works in camera and says everybody has to pose.”

Barbie jumped into Paula's arms as she reached the car, shouting with joy. "Oh my God! You look more chubby! We have a lot of work to do on that!" Barbie said as she examined Paula's body with scrutiny. "We've not even started working yet and you've already…" "We must always be ready!" Barbie cut in, grinning ear to ear. "Where is Winter?! I've missed that cold faced boy!" "He's not cold faced!" Paula rolled her eyes. "You say that because you are his mother. I don't understand Winter sometimes, he doesn't laugh like a kid of his age does" Barbie fought back.

*** By the time Skeet pushed through the glass doors, it was already dark. He didn't even know why he came. To question Norah? Thank her? Or just... get an answer. How did he lose seven years, step by step? The elevator opened. The hallway sat quiet. Everyone was gone. Except one office at the end, lights still on. Norah's. Skeet stepped up to the door. Before he could push it open, her voice slipped out. "Oh, stop rushing me... I know, I know..." Low. Sweet. Fake.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.