Hilary Duff Babysitting - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff Babysitting

... manipulations. When Ben finally got her blouse open, Hilary clamped her thighs to his waist. Regretfully letting go of his cock, she rolled them over so he was on his back with her straddling his midsection. Sitting up, Hilary grabbed hold of her blouse and thrust her chest out as she pulled it down her arms. “Shit,” Ben gasped, his eyes glued to her tits encased in a lacy light blue bra. He’d seen them in a bikini before several times, but the fact that she was on top of him, showing them to her in her bra, plus the prospect of seeing them without the bra, made it so much better. Deciding to make him wait a bit more, Hilary reached down and found the zipper on the side of her skirt. Hilary didn’t want to have to get up for fear that it would make her come to her senses, so luckily the zipper on the skirt stretched the entire length of the garment and when it was all the way down she was able to pull it away and drop it to the floor next to the bed. Unable to help himself, Ben’s hands slipped around behind her to grab hold of her ass. Hilary had worn a thong to avoid visible panty line so he was able to get skin-to-skin contact as he gripped her butt. He’d dreamt of fondling her ass since the first time he’d seen it in a pair of tight jeans, and now he had actually squeezing it. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” Hilary finally said, her hands reaching for his shirt. As Ben sat up she lifted his shirt, pulling it off over his head. He wasn’t overly muscular or anything, ...

... but he worked out enough to have some definition in his chest and arms that if Hilary was being honest with herself, she’d noticed and admired before. And after tossing his shirt aside, Hilary ran the tip of her index finger along the contours of his six-pack. Her finger finally reaching his waist, Hilary slid off of him. Pulling off his shoes and socks, she grabbed the legs of his pants and tugged until he lifted up and she was able to pull them off. With him in just her boxers, and his cock poking out of the flap, Hilary licked her lips as she got her first look at it. Straightening up, Hilary pulled the straps of her bra down and slipped her arms out of them. Locking eyes with Ben, she hooked her fingers in the cups and peeled them down, exposing her tits to his hungry gaze. Pulling the bra down to her stomach she spun it around so the clasp was in front to make it easy to undo. With Ben’s eyes trying to escape his head at the sight of her tits, Hilary moved her hands down to her waist. Slipping her fingers into the waistband, she pushed them down, exposing a patch of short brown pubic hair as Ben shifted his gaze down to her pussy. “Turn around?” Ben asked when Hilary got her thong down to her knees. Smirking, Hilary turned around, looking over shoulder to see the look on Ben’s face as he got an eyeful of the ass he’d been drooling over since she’d moved in. Feeling a little playful, she even bent forward at the waist, sticking her ass in the ass as she pushed her panties ...