Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... tingles through her again. She tried to say the words through her laughing, and after a couple tries, she seemed to have done it well enough that the four men turned to her and nodded, and smiled. She smiled back, and stepped away, only to have Mackenzie hold her hand, and jolt her back against him, grabbing her waist, and kissing her sweet lips. His kisses made her want to fuck right there on the grass. She gasped, and f***ed herself to slowly step away. She needed a shower. All she could think of was his kiss. Hilary had missed two calls when she got out of the shower. She could normally shower in a short amount of time. She tried to be environmental whenever she could, but it was a good half hour before she emerged from the steamy shower that she had practically just stood mindlessly in, letting the hot water wash the sweat, and juices off her body, and tried to get a better grip on herself. She could not melt every time he kissed her. But fuck could he kiss her, and that was her problem. The first message was a quick one from Hailey. “Hey s*s. Just checking in. Gonna be home soon. You fuck your knight in shinning armour yet? Please tell me you at least got him tested. Picking up boys on the street. You whore!” Hailey laughed. “Love you s*s. Miss you so much.” The next one was her agent. A tall middle aged man who had been in the business for years, and had been inside Hilary for years too. “Hey Hil. Listen. I’m getting a lot of questions about your mystery driver last ...

... night. I mean. It was your bl**dy Jeep, and you got dropped off, and picked up, and no one left the driver’s seat? Anyway. Call me.” Hilary deleted both of them. She stood quietly staring at the phone. “You didn’t think we were completely under the radar, did you?” Conrad asked. Duff had a start, and looked over at him. She didn’t even hear him approach. “I did. It’s just. I don’t know what to say.” She timidly replied. She hated saying it, but she was in Hollywood, and shit was never as easy as it should be, no matter what they told the media when asked how they felt about the media. “Tell them whatever you want. I can lie. For you, I will.” Hilary bit her lip nervously, and Mackenzie disappeared from her room. She thought for a second. He had glanced at something. She looked over at her bed. She hadn’t even noticed it had been a made in the mess of a room. A tiny golden necklace was neatly spread out over her assortment of pillows. She reached out, carefully scooping up the necklace, and held it up to examine it. The tiny charm was a rose, and as she brought it closer to her face, she could just make out an elegantly written ‘H’ engraved into the blossom of the rose so perfectly done it looked as if the petals were opening up around the letter itself. Hilary gasped, and clasped a hand over her mouth. It took Hilary almost an hour to clean her room to her satisfaction. She got dressed, and decided to get out of the house. She needed some alone time. She trotted down the stairs. ...