Discovering the Extraordinary Life and Secrets of my size barbie dolls

City lights glow through floor-to-ceiling windows in “my size barbie dolls”. She stands naked, palms against glass, ass toward the room. Knowing anyone might see makes her drip. She bends, spreading cheeks, fingers sliding in from behind while watching her reflection. “my size barbie dolls” records the danger-fueled rush—breath fogging glass, legs shaking—until she comes with a silent scream, body pressed hard against the cold pane as the night watching every spasm.