Milly Grace Porn Novels & Stories

Julian exhales, low and pained. “In private.” ** The living room is painfully bright. Grace stands near the fireplace; her mother lounges on the couch, still clutching a cappuccino like it’s armor. “I’m sleeping with Julian,” Grace says. There’s no preamble. No mercy. The words drop like iron into the silence. Her mother blinks once. Sets the cup down. “Excuse me?” “I said I’m sleeping with your husband.” “You—” Her mouth opens, closes. Her voice cracks. “Are you drunk?”

I begged, my hand gripping her hair. She moaned into my pussy, the vibration sending shocks through my body. She ate me like she was starving for me. Like she had been waiting since orientation day too. Her tongue was relentless — licking, sucking, circling, plunging. I had never felt anything this good. My thighs started trembling uncontrollably. "I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

Stepsister Begs for More. Dozens of videos. All of them featuring girls who looked suspiciously like me—same long dark hair, same curvy hips, same innocent face getting ruined. I clicked one. The girl was on her knees, moaning exactly like I sounded in my own fantasies. The guy behind her was pounding deep, growling, “Take it, little sis…” Heat flooded my core. My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered. I was soaked. Without thinking, I shoved my hand down my shorts, fingers sliding through my slick folds. I was dripping. I circled my swollen clit, biting my lip as the girl on screen took every inch.

Grace wakes up, she finds one of the horny teenager pump in and out of her loose vagina. "Hey! Stop that! Don't you know—" stopping her from protesting, the teenager presses her panty into her face and pushes her back down. Pinning her hands to the bed, he licks her neck to which she couldn't stop moaning. "You're so delicious, Ms. Grace. We love your body. We can't stop ourselves." As soon as he says that, Grace sees three of them stir themselves awake. In the next few minutes, they were lazily recreating the night, using her body and different holes for pleasure. None of them were non-consensual.

I forced a smile and wave at Milly. "This is Milly my stylist and she'll work on you today." I smile at him. "Hmm you have an exceptional taste and I must say you do look familiar dear. I forgot where I've seen you" Milly curiously said and she look at me as if trying to figure me out. "She's not and she's a stripper at Euphoria and Sin" Hunter reply quickly. I glare at him. "Ahhh that's why you look familiar. I really enjoy your pole show," she complimented.

"But I think we both know you're here for something much lower than my heart." I reached over and grabbed the double-headed purple dildo from the nightstand. I held it up so she could see every ridge and vein. The chat on my monitors was scrolling so fast it was a blur of fire emojis and demands for more. "The boys want to see how a real housewife handles a heavy workload, Grace," I whispered, hovering the textured tip over her entrance. "Don't disappoint them." I positioned the camera so it had a perfect view of her spread legs. Grace didn't even try to hide her face anymore. She reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me down for a hard kiss.

Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body. “I’m coming!” Jace screamed as he felt the familiarly strong wave of orgasm hit him. “Fuckk I’m gonna cum!” Toussaint picked the pace once again, his grip tightening on Jace’s shoulder as he pounded into him harder than ever. “Cum for me baby!” Toussaint grunted. An unfamiliar wave of shock and euphoria claimed Jace, stars exploding behind his eyes as he convulsed slightly under Toussaint. A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his ba

The contact was electrifying. “Suck him, Mommy, Empty him” Marika urged. Grace slapped her tongue over his dickhead then twisted her head and began nibbling on his dickshaft. She shivered, her hands mauling his huge balls and the base of his dick. The contact sent tremors of bliss through her overheated body. “C’mon, Grace,” Manuela said impatiently. “Let’s see what you can do. Show some milf skills.” Grace opened her mouth and sucked the spongy head of his dick between her lips. She sucked his seeping jizz. She hummed as his dick throbbed against her lips.

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

“Fuck, say that again.” “I want you daddy.” “You're going to be my good girl, yeah?” “Yes sir.” “Good. Now, go on the bed, spread your knees wide apart. I want to see my pussy.” Grace smiled and moved backwards, sitting on the bed. Her white thighs spread apart, showing me her pink flower. I sank to my knees, feeling the carpet underneath me. “I am going to do this everyday.” I buried my face, eating her while her sweet moans filled the room.