Milly Grace Porn Novels & Stories

“You remind me so much of my daughter, Anna. She had full boobs just like yours. I always massage her boobs and I’m always tempted to suck them till she moans, just like you’re moaning right now,” My eyes bulged open as soon as I saw the message from Gracie in the comments. I almost shouted ‘what the fuck’ but I controlled myself. There are a lot of weird people on the internet. “Okay, now that’s enough with Gracie 258,” I cleared my throat. “Thank you for being the third highest gifter. Now, we’re on to the fourth…”

"Now remove everything but your panties, then cover your breasts with your arm while you snake your hand between your legs." I swallowed hard as I removed everything but my panties. The cool air in the room nipped at my hard buds just as Drake stole more photos. I covered my breasts before I slipped my hand inside my panties and circled my clit. As soon as my mouth parted and a moan came out, Drake clicked the camera. "Play with yourself, Molly. Let me see your face as you bring yourself close to exploding." His voice was so deep and gritty that it sent shivers down my spine.

She explored the interior walls of her p*ssy with her tongue, pinching the nipples on the boobs she was pressing, enjoying the soft whimpers of her best friend. Millie wriggled, moaning loudly without a care anymore, feeling a burning electric sexual thrill coarse through her body. She begged Little Norah to stop and not stop in succession, losing all ability of speech as Norah rubbed at her clit with her forefinger while still sucking deeply at her cunt. The stimulation of her clit with her thumb and consistent sucking of her pussy, triggered more body chilling thrills, running down from her neck down to her feet.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Ana came and Jack grunted before dumping his cum deep inside her hole. They both walked out of the shower and Ana was blushing recalling the shower sex they had just had. Jack walked to the closet to get new underwear and Ana received a call. She saw it was from an unknown number and picked it up. “Hello?” “Hello, Anastasia. This is Grace Miller speaking.” Ana's eyes widened. She wondered how Grace got her number and more importantly why was she calling her. Ana turned to Jack and saw him taking out some clothes from the drawer and quickly excused herself and stepped out of the bedroom. “How did you get my number, Mrs Grace?” She asked.

His standing member pointed directly at her hole as he grabbed Mirabel's a*s and squeezed it like a squishy toy. He shifted her pant to the side and his fingers grazed her warm p*ssy. The stranger buried his face in Mirabel's soft a*s as he began to lick her like an expert. Mirabel had possessed some self control skills initially, but the stranger's tongue licking and handling every bit of her cl*t and the outer area of her p*ssy was so heavenly and it transported her to an inexplicable cloud. The stranger's d*ck became even harder each time he heard the soft and gentle sounds of Mirabel's moans. Without warning, he abruptly shove his fat d*ck inside Mirabel and she screamed at only the firs

“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.