Milly Grace Porn Novels & Stories

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

"Faster Grace, he wants it! He'll fuck you. He'll even pull his gorgeous cock out of his pants so you can see it." "Oh god Stacy!" I wailed. "Look at his gorgeous cock, it's so hard for you. Let him put it in your mouth Gracey . . . suck on his perfect cock! That's it, suck it. Then let him slide it down and push that slippery cock right into you. Can you feel it, sliding into you? Oh it's so big, you could just cum all over it, right now! "OH SHIT"

Inside the boat that took my men and I back to the mainland, I sat down, reading a newspaper when Stone walked in with updates on Miss Kim and Grace. While I can't touch Miss Kim for now, Dealing with Grace isn't a problem. After I carried Katalina into her room yesterday morning, Stone had the girls taken to Miss Kim's apartment, where he continued filming their debauchery. “Take a look, boss.” Stone handed me a phone. On it was the clip of Grace. She was naked and on her knees. She was kneeling in front of a man whose face was out of shot. She had his cock in her mouth and was staring at him with glazed eyes. Slippery saliva was gushing out of her mouth as he swayed back and forth, thrusti

Grace is breathing heavily when she pushes the other girl's hands aside and pops the clasp herself. "You're my Grace, only mine, my only Pearl" Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skilfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace.

He lifted one of my legs into the air to spread my legs even more, letting his cum glide onto my pussy, then he rubbed it in. I dug my nails into his desk, leaving scratches on the dark wood, and threw my head back to let out another raspy moan. "Oh God," I moaned. "Oh my God …" My pussy tightened. "Please, can I come? Please, Mr. Williams." I begged for it. He rubbed his fingers harder into me and strummed his finger across my throat. "Come for me, Mila," he whispered into my ear. My legs trembled, and I nearly stumbled over onto the desk. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

It was just Mila and I, looking around as Peggy had excused herself earlier on, to go use the restroom. "This so beautiful. It calls to me" Mila dreamily said, as she pointed at a portrait of a young woman, playing in the rain with her child. I looked at her with interest as I smiled. "You want us to have children immediately?" She looked at me in shock as she choked on the wine she had just sipped from the champagne flute in her hand. "Come on now! Am I so repulsive that you don't see yourself having children with me?" I said casually, wanting to know her reaction. A couple had walked past us, and I was so sure they had listened in on our conversation, as they gave each other a knowing smil

By now, night had already reached and Jake must have definitely returned from work but the fact I was sleeping here alone made me think back and for the first time in hours I looked around the room and couldn't find the frame I hung for her previous, and besides, this room although spacious but it's still a lot smaller compared to their main room. As my mind flashed to what happened a few hours earlier, I couldn't help but feel shame as Grace didn't let me fuck her at all but rather played with me and my body as if I was a sex male whore, or a striper she paid for the night or even a toy. I could still remember cumming trice, the first one she teased me till I cummed after moaning like a man

“What are you doing Milly? We can’t do this here.” Like I care. I’m horny and I need him. I smashed my lips on his, kissing him. He doesn’t return my kiss, making me frustrated. I bite his bottom lip, he hisses and I push my tongue into his mouth. Pulling him closer, I grabbed his hand and slid it under the sheets to my private’s and under my panties and push one of his fingers inside me. I moaned into his mouth, kissing him harder. “We can’t, Milly.”

"Just you, me, and this monstrous cock ruining you for any other man." He reached around to find her clit, rubbing it in brutal circles, and Grace came with a scream she barely managed to muffle against the desk. Her pussy clenched tight around him, and Marcus groaned, but he didn't stop. Just kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing his own release. "Where do you want it?" he demanded. "Inside," Grace gasped. "Fill me up. Please." "Dirty girl. Wanting a married pastor's cum inside you." But he gave her what she asked for, slamming deep one final time and flooding her with hot spurts that seemed endless.