Novel & Cerita Barbie In A Perfect Christmas

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

She wore a pink off-shoulder flowy dress, paired with thigh-high pink boots and a pink bag on her arm. Christ. She reached us in no time, panting heavily. “I should really hit the gym sometime soon.” I should be the one saying that, not… Miss obviously Perfect. “Hey, Barbie,” Angelica said, voice unusually soft. Barbie? I snorted. Angelica shot me a glare. “I've been searching all over for you,” Barbie said, then her gaze landed on me. Something flashed in her eyes. It was too fast for me to decipher but enough for me to catch.

The priceless smile on her pretty face was seemingly modest. "Merry Christmas!" she yelled in excitement. The fireplace was beautifully decorated with Christmas stuff and the atmosphere was cosy. Her parents walked out of the kitchen, all smiles and greeted her. It was Christmas morning and she was ready to have her gifts which Santa had left for her. Unwrapping her gift like a greedy child, Genevieve was utterly excited. "Mom! I have the barbie doll!" she exclaimed in a passionate tone. "Omg! Another one to the collection." her mother responded.

"Guys, stop it. No matter what, she's my sister. I've already forgiven her." While no one else was looking, she turned to me with a cold, victorious glare and hissed, "You have no right to compete with me. Mom, Dad, and even Simon are all mine. You don't deserve to be loved by any of them."

"You both did very good. Are her things here?" Barbie answered. "Yes Greg, everything we both own is here in Charlottes old room." "Did you take pictures of your dorm so I can see how it was laid out?" "Yes sir." She pulled her phone out of her hip pocket and showed me a series of pictures of a room with two twin bed's, two dressers and two desks. I smiled at her "That's a good girl, Barbie." She instantly screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. I pulled Charlotte into my arms while Barbie convulsed on the floor. "Are you looking forward to tonight?"

The next day Austin came over to the house with lots of gifts for everyone and we decided to decorate the house and also got a Christmas tree. We all made the house look so lovely and beautiful. Ariana loves decorating the Christmas tree. “So mummy, I can’t wait to see the gift Santa will give me on Christmas Day.” Her voice was full of joy as we both decorated the tree. And I laughed softly and asked her. “What would you like Santa to give you?” I asked her as she gave me the Christmas bubble light to fix on the tree. “I would love Santa to give me a Barbie doll house and plenty of books that talk about astronomy.” She said and smiled and I raised my brows.

“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.”

He opens his mouth as if to ask me a question or say something when the front door opens and someone comes in. "Hello, everyone", the chirpy Barbie says, dressed in a pink dress just like the last time we saw as she approaches the dining area with a smug smile on her face. I am about to stand up to welcome her with a smile when I notice the irritation flashing across Xavier's expression with a deep scowl etched on his face. Then he growls. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

“I’m just... I’m not perfect for you, Aaron. You need someone who isn’t so broken.” “Guess what? Neither am I,” he countered, his gaze intense and unwavering. “But look at us. We’re imperfectly perfect for each other. When we’re together, we fit. We become whole. I can’t live without you now, Barbie. I don’t even want to try.” “You can,” I whispered, looking down at my feet. “You were fine before me. You’ll be fine after.”

The last thing they put on me was the black stilettos. "Perfect!" Barbie exclaimed happily while looking at me. She pulled me towards a mirror covered with cloth. "Ready?" I just nodded at her and took a deep breath. After a few moments, Barbie removed the cloth, and I finally saw myself. I was almost gaping at my reflection. It was so far from the simple Jane. "You look beautiful!" Barbie said. "Yes, indeed," Maria added. I mustered a small smile. I tried my best because I saw how tired they were while preparing me. "Thank you," I said. I stared at my necklace. "Can I wear my necklace?"