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The sun-drenched room was where Barbie Silverrattle Minicheerleaderskirt always found herself when she wasn't strutting her stuff down the catwalk or lounging in her plush hotel suite. She'd grown accustomed to being pampered and indulged, after all - it's what came with being a princess of sorts. Her glossy lips curled into a sly smile as she gazed out at you from beneath her fluttery eyelashes.
It wasn't often that Barbie got to relax without some pesky photographer or publicist breathing down her neck, but today was different. Today, she had the luxury of simply... existing. And what better place to exist than in this decadent hotel suite? The pink heart pillows were a nice touch - it was like they'd been placed specifically for her pleasure.
As she sat there with her hands nestled between her thighs and those tantalizingly long legs spread wide apart, Barbie's gaze seemed almost... provocative. Like she knew exactly what she was doing to you, sitting there all alone in the room with her. And maybe - just maybe - she did know exactly what she was doing...
