The Art of Female Desire in viking barbie plugtalk

The elevator climbs fifty floors in viking barbie plugtalk, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “viking barbie plugtalk” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch viking barbie plugtalk,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “viking barbie plugtalk… viking barbie plugtalk… higher viking barbie plugtalk.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “viking barbie plugtalk” all the way down.