Barbie Wire X Verosika Novelas e Histórias

As we reached Barbie's place, Vixen searched me sexually, she winked as she did that, I touched everywhere to see if there was something on me, as she touched my pocket, she removed my phone and asked me to open the lock and I did, after that we entered the room. The room was cool and neat, this was quite a big place enough to contain hundreds of people, the carpets on the floor was soft and fluffy, at the front, There sat Barbie and her cronies, I saw T- gun and Sophia, they all sat enjoying themselves smoking shisha! As they noticed my presence, Barbie's face became deadly and vicious, she snapped her fingers and T-gun called in some members, Soon the place was filled, I was pushed forward

“What the hell happened to you?” “Oh, you know. The usual. ASA tried to turn me into lab stew. Black Fang ambushed me twice. Fae Barbie saved me with glitter magic. Then I wrestled a drone with my bare hands.” His brows shot up. “You wrestled a—” “Don’t question my methods! Anyway, that is Barbie. Don't ask.” He raised one brow. Barbie fluttered between us, wings buzzing like she’d had too much caffeine. “Can we please discuss your mating rituals later? The fang freaks are three minutes behind!”

She tells me to lay down and she will mount me like she did our father. "Wait Mom, I want to get in on this too. I want to fuck you too. Please?" Barbie laments. "Sure baby but how?" Mom asks. Barbie smiles, "Let me show you, I'll be right back." She almost runs from the room and into her old room. She grabs what she is after right where she left it a few years ago. She puts it on and returns quickly. When Barbie walks back in they all stare as she is wearing a good-sized flesh-colored strap-on. "Let's make you airtight Mom. Would you like that?" Barbie asks her with a devious smile.

Vera’s jaw dropped, then she barked a laugh that would’ve gotten us written up for HR violations if we had an HR. “Wait, Lydia Sykes? The stalker with the chin mole and the invisible eyebrows?” I nodded, shoving half the bar in my mouth. “She’s got a hell of a grip, apparently.” Vera fanned herself, then started blowing air up her skirt, hands fluttering between her thighs like she was trying to waft out a fire. “Jesus, it’s like a goddamn oven down there.” “You’ll need ice, not air,” I observed, popping the rest of the bar into my mouth. “Unless your wolf man’s running hotter than usual.”