Stories Barbie Novels & Stories

Barbie's face was full of smiles and joy, her hands were on my chest rubbing every inch of my bust. . Barbie ➡ God! That was fun! Nobody has ever fucked me like you did! . Johnson ➡ Hmmm, same here. . Barbie ➡ Sorry for not trusting you, it seems like you're the only person who cares about me. . Johnson ➡ Just doing my job!..... So what's next? . Barbie ➡ Well, first I want you to be my assistant! I want you by my side, and together we'll rock this damn world.

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.