Barbie Griffin Nude Novels & Stories

I said, begging her. Barbie followed me and it was pretty obvious on her face that she really liked what she was doing. My hands get numb every time he put his pet fully inside me. It grows bigger when I saw it before he put his thing inside me. I can feel his veins pumping inside me. I tried to harden it, making it erect and we did everything we could to repeat what had happened before. Since Barbie likes me, it’s easy to make her length erected. It was so hard that it would destroy me. My head was already colliding with the headrest of the bed as she kept diving above me, thrusting full and fast. I didn’t close my eyes or blink, I just watched what Barbie was doing as if studying her.

“Take a good look because it won’t last.” I pulled the tank top over my head and tossed it on the floor. Griff groaned, his gaze dropping to my breasts. “You always had the juiciest tits and the thickest nipples.” Ignoring the twinge in my core, I pulled down my knickers and tried not to react. “If this is your attempt to make me blush, you’ve failed. My so-called prudishness vanished quickly enough in the Punishment Pits since everyone there was naked.”

Her voice, a sultry whisper, commanded, ''Take off your pants too. My cock throbbed at her words, pulsing with anticipation. In one swift motion, I stripped off my pants and underwear, freeing my nine-inch monster. It stood at full attention, ready for her, as her eyes widened with a mix of lust and admiration. I gazed at Barbara, catching her eyes locked on my cock. She gulped, her cheeks flushing slightly. The hunger in her stare made my dick throb even harder, and I knew she noticed. Without a moment's hesitation, she began snapping pictures of me, circling like a predator, capturing every angle as if planning to create a 3D model of my body.

She was wearing the Loro Piana Lelis summertime linen skirt, underwear optional, of course. Thank god they were done; now, maybe I can start small talk since we are going to the same place.....but next thing I know, Barbie has his dick in her hand...his pulsing, red, thick dick in her hand, it's veins popping, and she started sucking him while playing with her tits,

Brad spotted white bunny slippers beside bed. Lisa gulped sensing the danger. Her mind was ringing alarm bells. What if he wants to do something with her? 'Dude can't you be less scary?'Lisa inwardly cried. "Bartard! Put me down." Before her crazy mind would think a new problem, she was scooped up from the ground. Lisa yelped and hit his shoulder. Brad glared at her which was enough for her to stay silent. He dropped Lisa on bed and knelt down before. 'Is he proposing me?' Lisa twitched the corners of her lips.

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.

Bonnie whimpered. Her grip on the headboard white and shaking. Somehow her body had born the Barbarian's pleasure. Mine certainly won't. I'd never survive that. My mouth was dry and I was shifting uncomfortably. "Thank ye, Bonnie." He rolled off her to lay next to her. Moving the leather pouch back over his slickened groin and dropping a palm to his abdomen as he relaxed. Reaching aside his bed, he withdrew a couple coins and put them into her waiting hand.

He chortled as he loosened her hair bun. "Baby? Did you forget my name, pretty boy?" She asked backing off from him as she loosened a few buttons of her shirt. Her chest making an appearance in between the tension. Jason had lost his rationality or ability to process things as soon as his eyes laid upon those gorgeous sets of boobs, cladded in sheer fabric of white lace. To add some extra effect, Gracie arched her back and shook her head so that her hair fell back away from her chest as she rested on her palms against the table. Her chest was bouncing every time she moved.

My heart did a violent thud against my ribs. It was Barbie. She looked completely wrecked — her usually perfect blonde hair was a wild, tangled mess from the wind, her mascara slightly smudged, and she had a frantic, wide-eyed look that told me she was running on pure adrenaline and recklessness — her hands trembling slightly at her sides like she didn’t know what she’d just done. She looked chaotic, but she looked so damn sexy I felt my pulse spike. My dick twitched against the towel immediately.

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.