Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... into her mouth tasting her own sweet juices, and his precum. She had time to suck it briefly, and stroke it a few times, before he grabbed her beautiful hair, and pulled her away from him unapologetically moving about her naked sweating body to enter her holes again. The movie sucked, but since Hilary had given Conrad a long lasting round of road head as they drove through the Hollywood hills, the taste of his cum lingered on her tongue as she watched the low grade movie, and she hardly paid any attention to it anyway. Conrad didn’t attend the movie. He watched the young woman model her sexy form for the cameras until she was almost inside, and drove off. Hilary thought a blow job would help him to change his mind, but he simply kissed her before they pulled up, and wished her well. She begrudgingly got out of the car, and quickly smiled for the thrones of celebrity watchers. She texted him when the movie was over, and he picked her up right out in front again. They were hardly up the driveway, before Hilary was ready to let the man take her, and he was even more ready to take her. They passionately kissed in the car, and Hilary reached her soft hand down his pants, feeling the raging hard on she had sucked carefully just hours before, and was dying to feel it spread her pussy. She wondered if that was the only thing it would split. The first thrust into her, felt like an Indy car tearing through a crowd. Hilary exploded into an orgasm right there, as their bodies fell back ...

... onto her bed, and she screamed in ecstasy. How the fuck did he make her so horny, and make one simple thrust reach so deep. Hilary remembered seeing the clock in the truck reading 10:00 when they pulled into the driveway, but as she felt Conrad’s sexy body wrapped close to her, his hand slipped over her side, and she clutched it in her hands, holding it close to her chest as she finally was able to completely relax and let her ravaged, savagely fucked body relax, she was watching the sun come up out her bedroom window. She was curious about him reaching over her soft young body at first when it was finally decided they just couldn’t fuck each other any more. She twisted around to face him as he shifted into the bed behind her. “What?” He asked catching the curious glance on her sweat covered face before kissing her forehead. “It’s just. I usually have to make my boyfriends cuddle after sex.” “Boyfriend?” Mackenzie prodded. Hilary blushed, and looked away. She had just said it. She had just said boyfriend, and was classifying him in that category. She felt him rest his hand on her hip, and wriggle his body up against her back. She clutched his hand with her, and pulled it to her chest, wrapping the other hand around it, holding it tightly with both of them, as she slowly closed her eyes. Hilary awoke the next day, and her brain recognized the empty bed behind her before her eyes were even open. She looked around the room, calling curiously for Conrad, but her house just sat ...