Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... sl**ping for an entire day. How the hell did he change her clothes, and not even wake her up? He was eerily amazing. Hilary wound her way downstairs, and into the living room. She searched the whole house, until she finally caught a glimmer of movement outside in the back yard. She slipped through the double doors, and tried to creep across the deck. “It moves!” Mackenzie remarked. He rose up from his cross legged seat on the concrete around the pool, and closed in on Hilary. “I’ve been a sl**p for a day. A whole fucking day!” “No. You woke up a few times. You actually cried once. I think you were having a dream. I was laying with you for a bit, but you didn’t seem to want to be touched, so I came out here.” He explained. “I woke up?” “Well. Sort of. Semi awake, semi sl**p walking. But we got you changed, and I managed to get some food into you on one of your conscious moments. You were pretty groggy for most of it though, and you only stayed awake for a few minutes.” “And that didn’t indicate that I should go to the hospital?!” “You woke up. That’s the key.” He stopped just short of her, but Duff closed the gap, grasping him tightly, and holding him close. It was better than her bed any day. “Thank you.” SHe softly whispered. He wrapped his arms around the disorientated woman, and she let out a pleasurable moan from the comfort his grip gave her. She wanted to ask what he meant when he said she didn’t seem interested in being touched as she slept, but she felt foolish ...

... pushing him away like that, for whatever reason it might have been so she just stayed quiet. She looked up at him holding herself close. “Let’s go back to bed.” She took his hand, and lead him back into the house. Hilary lead her boyfriend up to her room. Once they were there, she turned around. He was undoing his belt as she turned to face him, but she just lightly put her hands onto her his. “I want to do that.” She spoke softly. He pulled his hands away, and she turned her focus from looking up at him, to her hands as she opened his pants, and pushed them down slowly. She rose up, and gently kissed her way up his firm chest, until her lips met his. His arms wrapped around her again, and she gasped feeling him hold her tightly, but she slowly kept her mind on the task, and pulled her hands up to the bottom of his shirt. After a long soft kiss, she pulled away, and peeled his shirt off his head, tossing it to the floor. In the dim light of her decorative lamp, his scars seemed darker, and deeper than before. His muscles were simply silhouettes behind the puncture wounds, and slash marks, but Hilary wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable with them as before. She softly pressed her mouth to his warm flesh, and kissed one of the bullet wounds. The blond beauty quietly worked her way across the man’s upper torso. Softly kissing, and licking the scars she was finding rather sexy. He even had a long gash into his stomach, and she slowly ran her fingers over his slightly defined abs, and ...