Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... head beneath a cupboard. “You’re k**ding, right?” She couldn’t believe the man was claiming the old ways were better, when the stars were controlled by the studios. She could hardly believe things ever went that way at any point. “They were slaves to corporations.” “And what sort of slave are you to what sort of agent?” Hilary froze at the reply. A wave of humility washed over her. He had nailed that one dead on, and she knew it. “Turn around.” He instructed after a brief pause. Hilary slowly turned around, but couldn’t look directly at him, letting her eyes awkwardly searching the kitchen. Anywhere but at him. Mackenzie sat with his hands resting on the grey tiles. His back was straight, and he watched the gorgeous vixen carefully. “When did it start?” Hilary’s eyes jumped on him, and he could see the surprise in her eyes. She wondered how he knew these things. She wondered how he made her feel the way he did, and most of all she wondered how crazy she was for having him in her house to begin with. “After Lizzie Maguire took off. I was developing faster than I was growing. He started hitting on me. I wasn’t new to it, but he was more… direct. One time I was having a meeting at his office. He was touching me. Telling me the usual. You know. How pretty I was. How talented I was. All that stuff. It was totally consensual. He was the first guy I gave a blow job to. I’d let him kiss me, and feel me up. When I turned fifteen, we started fucking. He wasn’t the only guy I was ...

... fooling around with by then. I was exploring.” “And now?” “Now I’m just some woman he represents, and likes to fuck, and get off with. It’s the business. I’m not stupid. I wasn’t then, and I’m not now. He wanted something, and so did I. Now it’s just a part of things.” “When was the last time?” Hilary thought for a bit. “About a month ago. It was in his office. Like it usually is. On his couch. Doggy. I swallowed his load, we arranged some auditions. It was a meeting.” SHe took a deep breath. What was it about him that made her divulge such details. She turned and started making toast. Conrad focused on Hilary’s tight round ass. How it felt against him as he stood behind her naked body the night before was fresh in his mind. The feeling of her delicate flesh was more than fresh in his mind. And the resistance he felt slipping his fingers into her. His eyes rolled up her back. She was definitely well built, and very attractive. Breakfast was basic. Hilary made eggs, and toast. She joined Mackenzie on the island, and the two of them talked about her career. He managed to avoid pushing her sexual experiences as topics, and she had a feeling those would come later. He was stoic, and reserved. He occasionally grinned when she was laughing, but he never seemed to let his guard down, and it made her wonder if it was his guard, or simply how he was. When they finished eating, she gathered up the dishes, and started cleaning them. When they were done, and away, she turned around and ...