Millie Gibson Porn Novels & Stories

"Why?" Millie asked. "No reason. It's an order." Then, Millie was shut inside the bathroom, feeling bewildered. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she quietly cracked the door open. She could vaguely hear strange noises coming from the bedroom. "Mmm..." "Ah—" The heavy breathing of a man and the soft moans of a woman. It sounded like... porn! Millie's face turned bright red at the realization. In her panic to close the door, she slipped and tumbled out of the bathroom.

Megan cooperated gamely until her daughter at last sat back, licking her lips in satisfaction. "Man, that was super gross," Cassie said, nose wrinkling. "Not the cum, obviously, but kissing my mom like that I mean. The girls in the pornos do it all the time, though, so hopefully I made it look good for you. Real, real weird doing it with my mom, even though I guess in porn girls make out with their moms all the time, though those aren't their real moms, and half the time the actresses are practically the same age which I do not get at all. But since you're still hard, I guess you liked it, huh Mr. Canon?" "Yeah, Mr. Canon. Did you like it?" Megan asked innocently.

"No! Of course not, you crazy girl. Only when I'm alone. Respect me!" "You better. Respect me too, when I'm here, please put those little fingers to rest." The two laughed a lot. Milla's friendship was so good, so open to all subjects. "You should know that I also use a vibrator. Often while Gringo and I are having sex."

Still wearing the tiny red swimsuit, she threw herself onto the bed, grabbed her phone, and opened her secret p**n folder. She picked a video she had watched many times: a teenage boy and girl, around her age, fucking desperately on a couch. The girl was curvy like her, moaning loudly as the guy thrust into her hard from behind. Mirabel spread her thick thighs wide, pushed the bikini bottoms to the side, and slid two fingers straight into her dripping wet pussy. “Ahh… fuck…” she moaned softly, eyes glued to the screen.

She wore a naughty smile, reveling in our near miss. "Mmm, wouldn't it have been hot if he had caught us," she purred. "If your daddy saw that Mommy is your whore. Mmm, that Mommy loves her special boy." She bent over to kiss me, but her belly was in the way. I just grinned at her. "It would be hot, but..." She smiled and climbed off me. "Mmm, I suppose I'll be all alone at the gloryhole today." "I'm sure all the guys who fuck you will love it," I said. "And you'll add more money to our retirement fund." It was filmed. Mrs. Miller's p**n company distributed all of Mom's gloryhole videos.

My legs started convulsing uncontrollably, as we both cum together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the sides of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your fucking tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your ass cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you fucking belong to us, to do as we fucking please.” My pussy is wide open and glistening up in the air.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.

Hiking up my gown to expose my shaved, throbbing pussy to the cool air. I pulled out my new rabbit vibrator, the one with the curved shaft and buzzing clit stimulator and rammed it deep into my sopping hole. The vibrations hit my G-spot as I hit play on the video. His grunts filled the room and the slut’s gags synced with my moans as I fucked myself with wet noises. My clit pulsed under the relentless buzz and I was so fucking close to leaking all over the antique rug below when the door creaked open. I froze even as the vibrator stayed buried deep in my pussy and buzzing. Damian stood there with his eyes reverting from my face to my cunt. The shy assistant mask cracked into a dark look.

Theodore goaded, coming to the aid of his favorite show. “Nothing, just that right now I prefer something… naughty.” She reddened right after looking at everything but Theodore. He grinned, giving her a knowing side-eye. “How about the outlander?” “I loved the sex scenes,” she smirked, tongue in her cheek. “Me too,” Theodore confirmed with a light blush. “Maybe Tudors will be the better option in that regard.” He remembered the many explicit scenes in the series. “Sold,”

Her hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, breath coming in those little gasps that made my blood rush south. I knew her. Not personally, but I'd jerked off to her videos more times than I cared to admit. Tiffany Voss. The Tiffany Voss—porn star who'd vanished from the industry six months ago amid some scandal. Here she was, next door, fucking her own fingers like she needed it bad. Her body tensed, thighs quivering as she came, a sharp cry escaping her lips. She didn't stop, riding it out, then slowing, chest heaving.