The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

——— Earl’s Extra Story———

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The count asked Grace to go with him to see those tulips.

It was still cold, and the buds were still tight, with no intention of opening.Grace looked sadly at the Count, who was looking at him.

The Lord of Arundel gazed at him for a moment, and kissed him on both eyes.The touch of the eyelashes on her lips made Grace tremble slightly, and her hands grabbed the hem of the skirt excitedly.

The count put his arms around his shoulders and whispered over his head: "That's it."

Grace closed her eyes and leaned softly into this warm and wide embrace.

The Earl of Arundel seemed to have really given up on this matter. He no longer paid attention to the training of the tulips and the servants, but took Grace to inspect the military factory.

On their way back, suddenly there was a strong wind and heavy rain, mixed with small hail.Grace was terribly worried about those delicate tulip buds, the kind of plants with thin and tall stems, which should not have been planted in their place.

But the Earl of Arundel didn't show too much worry. He and Grace both had cloaks, and wearing hats could protect them from the rain.

He took Grace into a shepherd's cabin on the side of the road to shelter from the rain, and Haimi also came in and huddled with them.Ma didn't like the crampedness of the hut, and walked around restlessly.

The Earl of Arundel patiently pacified the nape of his neck, smiled and let him bear it, saying that the rain outside would make him feel more uncomfortable.Grace looked at the count's demeanor and tone of voice when he spoke to Haimi, as if he could really understand.The count said to Grace again: "Horses don't like the rain, let's wait until the rain stops before we go."

There is a wooden bed in the hut, which is very simple, with only a dilapidated straw mattress on it.The Earl sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the wall, and said to Grace, "I'll rest for a while, and we'll start again when the rain stops." Then he closed his eyes.

Grace knew that he had been busy with His Majesty's visit these days, so he must be exhausted.Your Excellency has made so many preparations for this event and placed so many expectations, but His Majesty will not come if he can't come... Grace doesn't blame the Earl of Arundel for losing his temper at him today, he feels very sorry for the Earl .

He saw the Earl of Arundel's breathing gradually steady, and thought he was asleep.The wooden house was not protected from the wind, and it was chilly inside. Grace was worried that the Earl would be cold when he fell asleep, so she took off her cloak, stepped forward lightly, and was about to put the cloak on the Earl.

But as soon as he walked up to the count, the count opened his eyes alertly, and his eyes were sober that he didn't seem to be dozing off.

Grace thought she had woken the Earl up, annoyed, and asked him, "Are you cold?"

The Earl of Arundel held out his hand to him, and Grace hurriedly passed her hand over.Probably because his own hands were cold, it appeared that the count's hands were warm.

"Put it on," the count ordered him gently.

Grace showed some hesitation, he still wanted to give the cloak to the earl, so that the earl could rest for a while.He said to the count: "I'm not tired, I'll play with Haimi for a while, and it won't be cold after a walk in the house." He also said, "I grew up here and got used to the climate here. It's freezing."

The count pulled his hand hard and pulled him onto the bed. As soon as Grace was in his arms, she immediately found a comfortable position to nest in, like a chick getting under the wings of a hen.The count folded their cloaks together and covered them.

The count brought his hand to him, his fingers running across the back of his hand.

Grace's hands are ugly.When he was a child, he suffered from chilblains every winter, and his hands were soaked in the two years of working in the laundry room.The medicine and gloves given to him by William made his chilblain heal gradually, but after a few days in the bungalow last winter, it recurred again, and he has not fully healed yet.If you look at his hands and arms separately, you will feel that they are grown on two people.

Grace tried to withdraw her hand from the earl with inferiority, and he wanted to hide his hand.

The count chuckled, and held his hand even harder to prevent him from escaping.Then the soft touch moved from the back of his hand to his wrist, and up, into his sleeve, and Grace was ticklish, her shoulders hunched over there, her neck hunched, but she didn't hide.

The sleeves were pushed up, revealing the forearm, and the skin here has become smooth, it looks like... the count thought for a while, and said, "Like 'dew'."

Grace's face turned red all of a sudden, because after the earl said that word, his lips were slowly closed, as if he was eating or sucking his fingers.

He was pushed onto the bed by the count, feeling a little nervous, fearing that some shepherds would come in to shelter from the rain.

The count glanced out the window, and saw that the hail had stopped and the rain had started to subside, so he asked Haimi to go out to watch.

Grace raised her head and looked outside through the small and simple window, and the narrow path disappeared in the gray rain.He felt sorry for the horse and said, "But it's still raining."

The count laughed at his worrying, raised his hand and whistled.

Haimi pushed open the wooden door with his nose. The hut was so short that even the horses had to bow their heads when they went out. After they got out, they pushed their nose again and closed the door.The count had undone the two most important straps, and had torn off his coat and petticoat.

When the count was in a hurry, he would press him against something, the head of the bed, the wall, and once he was pressed against the trunk of a tree, making him unable to escape backwards and forwards.His legs were spread wide open and he was fucked so hard and fast that he couldn't bear it, but he was fascinated.He didn't know that he had ejaculated twice, and thought he only ejaculated once, because the pleasure continued and made his body hot.He thought of a pestle for churning butter, and smashed it into the milk one by one. As he smashed and stirred, the butter gradually precipitated from the milk and entangled on the stick, more and more entangled.

The earl's stick, which was hot, penetrated into the mass of butter, and melted from it as soon as it was stirred, and dripped oily soup.

He knew that the count was about to ejaculate, and it was this frequency and force that made him scream lewdly, and he couldn't care about anything else.However, the Earl stopped suddenly at this moment. He had already reached the final stage, and he was also very anxious. He hurriedly hugged Grace to the top and let him sit on his body with his legs apart.

Grace lay on the earl in a dazed state, ate the earl's food with her buttocks pouted, and moved her buttocks up and down.

The count hastily ordered him to sit up straight and move faster!

Grace quickly complied, sitting up straight, but her knees couldn't touch the bed.He looked down and saw the earl with his eyes closed. The earl didn't even take off his clothes, and his slender cheeks showed an unprecedented indulgence.

Grace didn't know where to put her hands, and she just had two feet on the bed, and she couldn't use much strength.The pose made him clumsy.

The count opened his eyes, grabbed his waist and pushed up hard. Grace was pushed up like a bunny and babbled again.Earl finally came inside him.

The rain stopped, and the two packed themselves up and came out of the hut.

Knowing that she failed to please the earl this time, Grace was very distressed.

When they passed a hillside, Grace saw a higher hillside not far away, which was a vineyard belonging to the villa.

He remembered that one autumn, when frost fell in the middle of the night, the steward of the vineyard came to the villa to report overnight.Butler Ward called up the whole estate, and ordered the men to light torches and charcoals, and bring the most suitable things they could find, and fan the heat from them gently over the grapes, so that the Grapes that are about to ripen and ready to be sent to the winery for winemaking are protected from frost damage.

He asked the count a little excitedly: "If the tulips bloom in warm weather and then cool down, will they come back together?"

The count was amused by him, and a pleasant low laugh came from behind his head: "How can flowers come back when they bloom?"

When the count took him on horseback, he always sat him in front, and he himself sat behind him, holding the rein with both hands in front of him, just protecting him with his arms.If it was riding like this, Grace would not be afraid.

He looked back into the earl's eyes and said happily, "My lord, I have figured out a way to make tulips bloom!"