Soft candlelight flickers in “blue eyed barbie” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “blue eyed barbie” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “blue eyed barbie” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “blue eyed barbie” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “blue eyed barbie”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “blue eyed barbie”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “blue eyed barbie” fades to black.