Hilary Duff Babysitting - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff Babysitting

... to ignore him, the more her brain brought him to the forefront. Feeling hungry, Hilary slid out of bed. Donning her robe, she snuck down the stairs. Seeing a light on in the kitchen she guessed she wasn’t the only one that had the same idea. Entering doorway though, she stopped in her tracks. Standing in front of the sink in nothing but a pair of boxers was Ben. A glass of milk in his hand, he lifted it to his mouth. As he tilted his head back to drink his milk, Hilary’s eyes fixed on his abs and once more felt a little overwhelmed by lust. “Oh, hey,” Ben said, jumping a little when he turned and saw Hilary standing there. “Hope you don’t mind, I was thirsty.” “Make yourself at home,” Hilary assured him. “So, you couldn’t sl**p either?” Ben asked, making small talk. “I was hungry, so I thought I’d come down and get a snack,” Hilary said. “Shit, that’s cold,” Ben squealed as he dribbled milk out of the corner of his mouth and onto his chest. Without thinking, Hilary grabbed a towel. Dabbing at the milk, Hilary suddenly became very aware of his proximity. As she dabbed lower, memories of him on top of her driving her to orgasm after orgasm filled her brain. By the time she finished cleaning him up, the temperature in the kitchen had shot up twenty degrees. Unable to take any more, Hilary grabbed Ben and yanked him down for a kiss. Acting on autopilot, her hands went for the sash of her robe. Pulling it open, she pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her wearing just a silky ...

... nightgown with nothing underneath. “I thought you said it couldn’t happen again?” Ben asked as her hands went for his boxers. “Do you really want to stop?” Hilary asked, slipping her hand into his boxers and finding him already hard. “Fuck no,” Ben grunted, lifting her up. As Hilary’s legs hooked around his waist, he moved to set her on the edge of the counter. Slipping his hands underneath her nightgown and finding her bare pussy, Ben groaned in anticipation. When Hilary pulled his cock out of his boxers, he moved his hands to her thighs so she could aim it at her pussy. “Ohhh, yeahhh,” Hilary moaned as he pushed forward, finding her more than wet enough to accommodate his size. Remembering that they were in the kitchen and couldn’t take forever, Ben didn’t waste time on niceties. He barely paused when his cock was fully seated in Hilary’s pussy, immediately pulling back. When he drove forward again, Hilary moaned and used her heels to help pull him into her. With a frenzy born from a combination of needing to be quick and releasing some of the pent up desires that hadn’t been vented last night or had built up during the day, they humped against each other. Leaning forward, Ben buried his face in the crook of Hilary’s neck, kissing and licking at the skin of her neck as he plunged his cock into Hilary’s fiery cunt. “Fuck me, oh god, fuck me,” Hilary hissed into Ben’s ear, clutching his shoulders as she got lost in what they were doing. Hearing Hilary begging him to fuck her ...