The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The Earl of Arundel played with the poor little thing between Grace's legs leisurely with a few fingers, rubbing Grace's knees so weak that she almost couldn't stand still, and looked at the earl in panic and begging.

Seeing his embarrassment, the earl raised the corners of his mouth, and although his gray eyes were still cold and indifferent, his lips were indeed smiling.

Grace became a little more courageous, and endured the feeling of weakness and weakness in her body from time to time, she stretched out the hand holding the hem of the skirt forward, and the wide hem of the skirt fell halfway down immediately.

He aimed his hand at the earl's raised crotch, and begged obsequiously, "Let me serve you with my hands." The earl rubbed his crotch, which was very comfortable, and he felt that he had learned it.

The Lord of Arundel twisted his arm.Before Grace could figure out what was going on, she was turned around with her shoulders on her shoulders, and her forehead almost hit the tree.

He was pinned down with his hands in a pose hugging the tree trunk.

In fact, if the earl gives orders, needless to say, just say: "Hold." Grace will obediently stretch out her hands and wrap them around the tree trunk, which is not too thick, just like it is now.

But the Earl of Arundel didn't say a word, he manipulated his limbs with his own hands, pulling his buttocks up with two big hands, and his movements were not gentle.Grace desperately lowered her waist to cooperate, so that her buttocks could be pushed higher, and at the same time she couldn't help but look back, wanting to see the count's expression at this time.

His face was only half turned, and then he was pressed back by a big hand, leaving only dark brown rough bark in his field of vision.

Grace lowered her head in horror, looking at the weeds under her feet and her shoes buried in the grass—what annoyed the Earl?Was it because of avoiding that kiss, or because he wanted to use his hand?

Perhaps in the eyes of everyone else, using his hands or using his asshole is equally degrading, but he still harbors some childish and stupid shame, and doesn't want Helena O'Dole and Alan Stone to see him...

The skirt was pushed up to the back, and the large area of ​​the back was suddenly chilly, but the buttocks and thighs were fine, and they had already adapted to the chill after drying for a while, but a gust of autumn wind blew, and Grace was blown up all over her body. Pimple, Wei Wei shivered.

A big hand patted his buttocks hard, "Don't move!" The hand slid along the arc of his buttocks to between his legs, and slapped each left and back.

Grace bit her lower lip tightly, moved her feet in extreme shame, and separated her legs.

One of the Count's hands reached in front of him, rubbing his underdeveloped organ again, and some water came out of the underdeveloped thing, just as the Count slapped him hard on the ass.

The Earl of Arundel finally laughed again, rubbing the front of him while he slid his dry fingers into the opening between his buttocks.

The back was a little painful and hard, but the front was comfortable and soft. Grace gasped slightly, and the ten fingers of the two hands clasped behind the tree trunk were tightly clasped together.

Before inviting the earl to the lake, he was worried that the earl would not agree, but now that the earl is so cooperative and willing to have sex with him in this place where Helena and Allen will see him at any time, he feels indescribably ashamed.

"Mrs. Ston asked you to come?" Earl of Arundel asked leisurely behind him.

One finger went all the way in, and Grace let out a quick gasp.

The count didn't wait for his answer, and said again, "Take me as Nero?"

Grace's breathing paused for a moment, and then continued tremblingly, and the Earl stuck another finger in.

Grace turned her head with her chin pulled, her timid green eyes and cold gray eyes met, one was prying in fear, the other was condescending scrutiny.

Those gray eyes suddenly smiled, and Earl Arundel was very surprised: "Know Nero?"

Grace nodded quickly, he knew that the Roman emperor named Nero was not a good guy.

"Have you studied history?"

Grace nodded again, and immediately said: "I have learned a little bit." Out of almost animal instinct, he immediately added: "No one taught me, I read books by myself."

The Earl of Arundel looked at him with more interest, and rubbed his thumb on his chin, "That's right. Did it say in the book that he also likes handsome boys?"

Grace's eyes widened in surprise.

The Earl of Arundel smiled happily. "He likes to fuck pretty women, and he likes to fuck pretty men, but before he fucks the boys, he castrates them first, that's-"

Grace was so frightened that she clamped her legs tightly, and even the two fingers inserted into her body were tightly wrapped by him.

The count laughed loudly, and pressed the back of his head to make him turn his face away: "Don't be afraid, little guy, I don't hate people playing tricks in front of them. If the trick is clever, I even like it a little bit."

Grace had two fingers stuck in her asshole, trying to figure out what this meant, but his poor little head couldn't figure it out—the two fingers stuck in the hole were pulled out after a few random stirs, A big guy changed behind him.

Grace was already familiar with that cock. When the hot penis first started to squeeze in, he had already predicted the size of the back, and he couldn't help but panicked and tried to escape.

The Earl of Arundel held his waist with one hand, and gave him another hard blow on the buttocks.

Grace yelled in fear, "Not slippery enough!"

The hard and hot thing was firmly pressed against him, but he really didn't go in, just poking it with his head.

The front straps of the jacket were untied, and the count roughly pulled the thin cumbersome straps loosely, and then pulled out the white cotton shawl he stuffed inside as underwear, and Grace's breasts were exposed. wind.

The Earl's hand passed through the loose straps that had lost their covering effect, grabbed one of Grace's nipples, pressed it back down, and rubbed it in circles under his fingertips.The fingertips were a little wet, but it was not sweat, but sticky... Grace gasped for breath, and suddenly realized that the wet and sticky was just made up by her own dick, and she breathed shame A few more quick shots.

"Enough." The earl whispered behind him, which was more melodious and intoxicating than the organ humming that Grace heard in the church.

He was a little dizzy, and it took a while to understand what the count said "enough" was enough.

The cock that had been poking at his anus began to attack. Grace wanted to clamp her ass tightly, but soon found that it was not difficult to enter, with a slippery and hot touch.He gradually relaxed, feeling that mature, strong, and powerful male organ, using its firmness and strength, to completely open the opening of his acupuncture point, and carve out a tightly fitting shape in his body.

It is a tailor-made container that goes out of its way to flatter the intruder.

The thing that Grace envied and admired, sometimes feared and sometimes loved, entered his body inch by inch, getting deeper and deeper.

Grace couldn't help but move her buttocks, facing the Earl's penis and completely wrapping it into her body.

Another chuckle.

Grace closed her eyes tightly in shame.

"Slut." He added in his mind for the count.

In this kind of matter, the count never lied to him, and it was indeed slippery enough. The count paused in his body for a moment, and after a very pleasant sigh, he began to thrust and thrust like a storm.

"Ah!—" Grace cried out in shock at the sudden agitation.

In the past few times, he will not be so violent when he comes up, and he will always be given some time to adapt at the beginning.He thought he had already figured out the earl's preferences. The earl liked to tease him like cats, birds, and other small things, to see how he indulged in lust and threw away his shame.

But today the count barely teased him, and started a unilateral attack.

The hard hip bone hit his butt violently, Grace's body shook uncontrollably like being thrown into a storm, his head was almost dizzy, he had to hug the tree trunk hard, and there was a swaying sound in her throat "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" sound.

Gradually he got a taste of it, and the entry and exit behind him became smoother. Every time he entered, a small scalding storm would be violently rolled up in his body. The heat slowly spread around him, and Grace felt that her ass was all melted.

"Ah... my lord!... my lord count!..." he yelled forgetfully, pushing his buttocks up to meet him, his knees trembling with soreness.

The count leaned over to hug him, and once again reached into his open jacket with one hand and stroked vigorously. He was still thrusting hard under his body, and his breathing was no longer calm, leaving a fiery breath in Grace's ear.

"Louder, let them hear." The husky whisper with lust was more dangerous than usual.

Grace groaned loudly twice in a daze, and her shame suddenly struggled out of her lust, making him suddenly silent.

The count turned him over, picked him up by his buttocks, and pressed him against the tree trunk.The thing was still inside him, spinning, grinding, and sliding out with the movement.

Grace's entire lower body was trembling, and two drops of warm liquid dripped from the opening of her closed hole and landed on his curled up calf.

"Ah..." He groaned tremblingly. He couldn't tell whether it was because he was afraid of falling or because he wanted the thing to go deeper into his body. He climbed into the count's arms with both hands and feet.

"Did you hear that?" asked the count, putting one hand under his buttocks, while the other moved up to rub his back.Compared with the violent storm below, the stroking hand seemed so gentle.

Grace couldn't hear the earl's words anymore, his ears were buzzing with happy voices.As far back as he could remember, no one had embraced him so completely and touched him so tenderly.He felt that he had turned into a boat, tossing crazily in the storm, and just now, the sea god's anger calmed down, and he mercifully sprinkled the sun, which was warm, bright, and lovingly embraced him in his arms.

Grace's sluggish head was completely dizzy, completely ignoring that there was a third or even a fourth person nearby who would hear his lewd screams and even see his dissolute ugliness.He got carried away, put his legs around the earl's waist without a teacher, twisted his buttocks back and forth in the earl's arms, and begged in a tired voice: "please - please - ah! -"

He got his wish, and his body was filled beautifully again.

"Ah!—how kind of you!—thank you!—ah!—"

The little maid screamed shamelessly, her body bouncing up and down.The corners of his mouth were full of saliva, dyed his lips brightly, his eyes were blurred looking at the man who was invading his body, his face was flushed with lust, and extended from the neck to the flat chest covered only by a few loose straps Chest.

The hem of the skirt had already fallen in the bumps, covering the most lewd parts.

Alan Stone and Helena stepped on the broken leaves and stood there stiffly as if struck by lightning. An incredible cry came from the other side of the layers of branches and leaves:

"Ah!—My lord count!—Excellent!—No—too soon—please!"

Helena covered her face in grief and anger, pushed Alan Stone away, and ran away crying.

Alan Stone was pushed and turned around by Helena, and then fixed in this position blankly.

It was as if the nightmare had reappeared, but it was even more terrifying than the last time.

Is this Grace's voice?Why so strange, so happy, so... scary?

"Too fast—please! Slow down!—ah—"

The Earl of Arundel showed no mercy, he firmly fixed Grace between his body and the tree trunk, hugged his buttocks, and quickly moved in and out of it.

"Look to the right, Grace," he ordered.

Grace yelled "Ahhh", while turning her head in a daze.

In the direction they came from, across a few branches, Alan Stone's blue eyes, which looked like his brother's, were looking at him intently through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

"Ah!—" screamed Grace, stamping her feet behind the count.At this moment, the earl suddenly let go of his hand, and Grace's body suddenly fell, and the thing in her body was pulled out quickly, and Grace's legs and feet fell to the ground weakly, if the earl hadn't supported him for a while I'm afraid he's going to sit on the ground.

The Earl of Arundel picked up one of his legs and was facing in the direction of Alan Stone. He raised that leg high, revealing his lower body suddenly.

Grace pressed her hands tightly to the hem of the skirt, feeling so ashamed that he was so caught off guard, he shook his head and begged the earl in panic.

The count's gray eyes were full of lust and no pity.Grace could not resist his strength, nor the courage to resist him.

He pressed the hem of the skirt tightly, barely covering the most shameful part, but the thigh was naked and raised high. When the penis was inserted again, the bent calf trembled violently in mid-air, and then Shaking violently with the rhythm of being inserted, the shoe was thrown off in a few strokes.

The count pressed his chin, pressed the back of his head against the tree trunk, kneaded his lower lip with his fingers, made him open his mouth, pinched the tip of his tongue, and drool.

Grace was so fucked that she lost the ability to control herself. He forced to look into Alan Stone's blue eyes, and suddenly felt hot all over.

"Ah!..." He groaned tremblingly, and his whole body froze as if he had been cast with a holding spell.

Alan Stone saw his open, flat chest jerk, and then collapsed, almost paralyzed into a ball, and was strongly supported by one hand.The muscles of the calf resting on the earl's shoulder continued to spasm, and the toes curled up into a strange shape.

---- Note: Nero, the last emperor of the Roman Empire, was discredited quite badly by later generations.