The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Opening the small iron door of the oven, a heat wave rushed out with white mist. Grace pressed her face into the hot mist, squinting her eyes and struggling to look inside the oven——

The firepower was too high, the cake bulged into a round shape, the surface was baked and cracked, and there was a cracked bright yellow mixed with the overripe golden color.

Grace stared at the slowly opening slit, wondering if that's what his ass looked like when Lord Arundel always took his time when he cracked it?

The expansion of the cake was still going on, slowly, but visible to the naked eye, as if the desire in his body was slowly piling up.Grace was dizzy all over, and only those hot fantasies remained in her mind.

The golden surface trembled under the impact of the heat wave, and twisted in the hot and deformed air, the tender cracks opened wider and wider, revealing the inside deeper and deeper.

Every nerve in Gray's body is like a small hole hidden in the cake, enduring the burning and torment of desire, and getting bigger and bigger.His little cock hidden in his skirt was slightly wet, and the hole behind him opened and closed restlessly.

Grace used a shovel to take out the failed product and put it on the table. She impatiently pressed her finger on the tender seam, but her finger was burned.He hurriedly put his fingers in his mouth, dragged the other hand over the chair, and sat down.

He was absent-minded, forgetting about the condition of his ass.As soon as he sat down, those red and swollen welts were burned by the hard chair, which was worse than burning his fingers just now.

Grace gasped with a "hiss" in her mouth, and stretched out her hand to touch her back, only touching the hem of the heavy skirt.

He just lay on his stomach on the table, waiting for the cake to cool, wondering why the pain when the chair hit the bottom was just pain, but the pain from Lord Arundel's whip, or gloves, or the palm of his hand on the bottom was just pain. So... let him indulge intensely, and couldn't help reminiscing over and over again...

Grace covered her face in embarrassment, he thought the Earl must have figured it out long ago, he liked to be slapped on the ass when he did that kind of thing.He thought that the Earl must also like it, otherwise he wouldn't hit his buttocks so many times every time, even with gloves and palms, it would make his buttocks all red, and after waking up the next day, both The flap was so swollen that it was difficult to sit down.

Every time he could feel that when the earl's penis was still in his body, as soon as his butt was slapped, he would involuntarily contract inside, and then he could hear the earl's slightly heavy panting.He likes to hear that gasp, it's nice to hear, and the more intense action that comes after that makes him love it even more.

Thinking about it this way, Grace couldn't tell whether she simply liked being spanked by the Earl, or she liked hearing the Earl panting while doing that kind of thing, or she liked the Earl's intense in and out of his body.

The cake collapsed in the cold, and the swelling desire in Grace's body was also forced to be empty.He poked a hole in the cake with his fingers, stared at the hole, waited for a long time, finally there was a milky white sticky filling, which dripped out very slowly.The wet pussy was slowly relaxed due to the continuous flaring, he fantasized, imagined that the round hole in his ass was like this cake, slowly squeezing out the white thing that the count shot in, It flowed viscously onto his thighs, and was then wiped by the earl on his butt that had just been whipped and had red marks.

Grace was panting, her buttocks were slowly grinding on the chair, and he finally found a little satisfaction in this dense pain.

"Grace, what is this white thing?" Orisa came over and saw that it was a failure, so she picked a piece from the milky white with her fingers, brought it to her mouth, sucked it, and ate it.

Grace waited for her to finish eating before giving a wicked smile, and whispered, "It's semen."

Orisa screamed and raised her hand to hit him, but Grace swayed away.The maids working next to them covered their mouths and laughed when they heard their conversation.

Orisa couldn't help but tasted the filling again.Grace is an impatient baker and cooker, but the occasional new recipe is delicious.

Sophie, the cook, yelled at them loudly: "The guests' desserts haven't been decided yet, you still have the mood to joke!"

Orisa shouted: "Sophie, try this, and tell the butler how about using this for the count's dessert?"

Sophie glanced at the mess and said angrily, "Grace! You cracked the cake again!" She threw an empty bucket on the ground with a "boom", "I think you should go to the cellar Fill it with potatoes, fill it up!"

Grace picked up the empty bucket with a bitter face, and walked towards the cellar with her buttocks between her legs.

Originally, he didn’t worry about such heavy work, he had plenty of strength, but now his buttocks are swollen and it hurts when he walks; his butthole is also swollen, he’s been sneaking around, and it’s swollen into a big fat circle—these days, The count used various reasons to call him into the house. His asshole never had a day off. Sometimes he was penetrated once in the morning when he was washing and washing, and again when he was making the bed at night-but there was really no blood, so it was not will be infected.

The count did not lie to him.

After coming up from the cellar, Sophie was the only one left in the lively kitchen just now.

"How about them?"

While stirring the hot soup in the pot, Sophie said angrily, "Master Allen is back, and those little sluts have all gone upstairs. Grace, wash the potatoes."

Grace's eyeballs moved, and she slipped away before Sophie found out.

You can hear the bustle and bustle in front of you across a corridor.Grace doesn't have to look, Master Allen must be exaggerating how hard life in military school is again, saying how much he misses home, like the only rooster in the henhouse, who doesn't have to do anything but raise his The crown that symbolizes males takes a few flashy steps, and those useful hens that lay eggs will happily circle around him.

Mrs. Stone must have been in tears, clutching her handkerchief to her nose to hold back the snot.And at least half of the maids had red eyes. They all thought that "missing home" that Master Allen said included them, and kept staring at Master Allen.

They weren't listening to him talk about the military academy, which even Mrs. Stone didn't quite understand.They just looked at his blond hair, blue eyes, and mouth that would make a woman happy.

Grace quickly went up to the second floor along the side stairs for the servants, walked to a room in the middle of the corridor, put her ear to the door and listened, but there was no sound, then turned the doorknob, and it was indeed unlocked.

He opened the door gently, slipped in and disappeared.The door was closed again, and the corridor was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

There were several suitcases in the most conspicuous place in the middle of the room, and Grace quickly ran over to open one, carefully flipping through the items inside, trying not to disturb the order of things.

No.

Opened another one, nothing.

What about this one?

Grace cursed in her heart a dirty word she learned from the groom, this box is full of books.

He knows how bad Alan Stone can be, he has to read every book...

"Hello." A young man's voice came from the direction of the door.

Grace froze while flipping through the book, not even daring to lift her head.

"Learn to be smart? Don't come begging me, come and steal by yourself? Are you afraid that I will tell my mother to ask her to drive you out of the villa?"

Grace raised her head and tried her best to endure her anger: "I didn't steal it! It was originally my thing!"

"Oh? Really?" Master Allen took out a letter from his arms unhurriedly. Grace, who was squatting in the middle of the room, moved her body immediately, hesitating between rushing to snatch it and pretending to be obedient.

The blond-haired Master Allen has an angelic face, but at this moment he showed a cruel and teasing smile to Grace: "Really? Your stuff? Then why didn't my brother send you the letter directly?"