On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the mirror that hung between my bedroom door and my closet. The mirror began to shimmer, like the disturbed surface of a pond. Xnxx video I moaned. One second we stood there, bodies pressed together and the next I lay on the bed, Barbie’s tongue testing my nipples. Perhaps it was the odd feeling of unfamiliarity that enveloped my reflection. I’m not quite sure how it happened. “Actually,” she added after a short pause, “I’m part of you. I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection. The ripples vanished after only a few seconds, but when the smoothness returned to the reflective surface, something had changed. One second I was squirting and the next I was sprawled across the bed, panting madly. The part that thinks of sex every second of every day. I don’t know how it happened. By the time our lips finally parted, I had lost all self-control. But that wasn’t enough for this starving nymphomaniac. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. Barbie once more flashed that smile of hers.
