Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... another long pause. The terminal beeped, and Mackenzie moved away from it casually. “How the fuck did you do that?” She exclaimed. Fear over the fact a complete stranger could get into her house so easily fused with her embarrassment, and she quickly became angry towards his apathetic behaviour. Conrad strolled into the center of the living room, and turned around as he heard Hilary stomp after him. “Don’t fucking forget who’s house this is!” She scolded closing the gap between them, stopping a few feet away. Conrad stood with his hands folded neatly in front of him, standing patiently for her to finish whatever she was going to say. It instantly drove her crazy that he didn’t seem to take any notice of her frustration towards him. Without saying anything, he slowly started walking towards her, but started to veer off slightly, and walked around her, his eyes focused on her, as he came around behind her. Hilary felt her heart suddenly stop, and a fearful shiver ran through her as her bl**d seemed to congeal inside her. He was standing behind her, and she became incredibly nervous to have him in such a compromising position, but felt turning would tip her hand to him, and that was something she didn’t want to do. She needed to have a feeling of control over him, especially after seeing how easily he threw around a fully grown man. Conrad reached his hands out, and carefully let Hilary’s silky blond hair out of the long pony tail. He let it fall onto her shoulders, and fanned ...

... it out carefully. He stepped up behind her, and she could feel his body hardly an inch from hers. He gently gripped the sides of her shoulders, and moved his head close to her ear. Hilary’s chest heaved slowly as she took long slow breaths feeling the powerful man in such close proximity gave her a rush of mixed emotions, both fearful, and excited. “You talk about growing up on TV. You talk about standing on stage in front of thousands. You tell me about all you’ve done, and then I see your eyes, and I see all you want to do.” “I don’t know what you mean.” Hilary stalled. The man’s strong warm hands held her shoulders firmly, but not too tight. His warm breath on her soft neck, as he held his face just a few inches from her head. Her soft blond hair rustling on his warm breath. She felt the anger and frustration subsiding as her excitement grew slowly inside of her. “Yes you do.” He replied with low voice. “You pick up some homeless stranger, and bring him to your big expensive house, and let him sl**p just down the hall from you. You come into his room in nothing but a tiny robe, and some flimsy panties. You know exactly what you want, and you know exactly how I’m the one that can give it to you.” His hands slid down her arms, and slowly over her hands and finally rolled across her slender hips, pulling them closer to him, touching her lower body to his. She gasped silently as a shock went through her. “Few people have a Jekyll, and a Hyde. Everyone knows your Jekyll. Your ...