Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... past relationships know your Jekyll.” Hilary heard him sniff her sweet skin. “You definitely have a Hyde.” He repeated. He pressed his pelvis into her, and she could feel his cock pressing between them as he softly kissed her neck, sending a powerful explosion through her. She rolled her head back, letting out a slow moan, her soft hands stacking over his powerful hands. Her one hand slid over his leather glove, and her other one ran down his gruff hand. Her incredibly tight jeans were already pulling her silk panties against her pussy, but they seemed to pull harder as she felt them stick to her moist slit as she became more and more turned on by the man’s handling of her. One hand came off her hip, reaching across her back, and pulled her hair off her opposite shoulder, exposing more of her neck, and jacket collar. Conrad grabbed the jacket, slipping it off, and slowly pulling it down so it was halfway down her back, as he softly kissed her neck, and shoulders. Hilary kept her eyes closed, moaning, and panting as she continued to take deep slow breaths. She wasn’t innocent, and she had more than one occasion of living up to the stereo types of Hollywood. But no one made her body burn with such little effort as Conrad was doing to her. Conrad slowly stepped away from her. She opened her eyes slowly, and straightened her head. “Don’t move. Close your eyes.” Hilary did as she was told. She couldn’t believe how turned on he had made her, and how easy it sounded for him to be in ...

... complete control, while she was a frantic mess inside. “Are you wet?” “Yes.” She whispered as she nodded. Wet was an understatement. She was soaking. “Good. Take your jacket off. Don’t open your eyes.” He instructed. Hilary could hear his voice move as he came around her slowly, keeping a few feet between them. She slid her jacket off her arms, and tossed it behind her, standing quietly. “Do you like how I make you feel?” “Yes.” She whispered again. “Good. Run your hands over your body. Bring them up, and slowly through your hair.” HE watched her slowly place her hands on her thighs, and start to slowly drag them up over her curves, and over her full firm breasts. She brought them up her face, and ran them through her hair, pulling it out in all directions, letting her fingers slip completely through her silky mane, and let it fall back over her shoulders. She could feel his eyes on him, and she loved knowing he was watching her. “First time you had sex?” “I was f******n. It was right near the end of Lizzie.” “Did you explore during Lizzie?” “Yes. Some oral. Some mutual masturbation.” “Did you initiate it?” His voice was moving again, but it stayed totally calm, and low. Hilary slowly shook her head, leaving her hands resting at her sides. “He did. I wanted him to, so I just let him.” “What position?” “Missionary.” Hilary couldn’t believe she was letting the answers roll off her tongue so easily. It was secrets she never even thought of divulging, and yet as she stood in the ...