The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Arundel hadn't wanted to take possession of Grace so early.

He wasn't very horny, and Grace...was a boy after all; but he didn't deny that he did have some nasty tastes.

It's a bit like a satiated male lion meeting a weak, walking and waddling young deer, retracting its claws to tease him is much more interesting than directly biting off his thin neck.

After all, this is really an interesting kid, and he might be of great use in the future; besides, this field is really too dirty.

Of course this is just Arundel's old thinking.

At this moment, the boy pouted his buttocks in front of him, staring intently at the organ he had just peed on. Even if he couldn't see it, he could still imagine the ignorance and confusion on that little face.

This is a very cute buttocks, white and smooth, round and full, elastic and flexible to the touch, especially at this time, there are three red swellings on the white and tender flesh, which arouses people's desire to abuse.

And the small hole exposed after the hip seam was opened was also clean and beautiful, and the pink folds were curled up into a ball, which didn't make him feel sick, but instead aroused a strong sexual desire.

His fingers already knew what this small hole was like, and now he wanted to change something that could stretch the small hole more perfectly.

Grace was picked up by the earl and placed on the fallen leaves, still kneeling on the ground.

Grace looked back suspiciously and saw Earl Arundel unbuttoning his trousers, and couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, as if vaguely guessing what was going to happen.

In the past, he thought that men and men were not good, and he was sad for a long time because of this, but today, in just one or two hours, his asshole was attacked by two fingers, and he roughly understood...

He was a little scared, a little curious, and a little expectant, so he turned around directly and watched the count's movements intently.

Until he saw the ferocious object that belonged to a normal man, and saw the size clearly, he immediately let out a low cry, and turned around and fled.

"Little thing!" Earl Arundel grabbed his neck from behind, his voice still cheerful.

The earl's hand was very skillful, pinching the fragile pulse of Grace's neck, so that he did not dare to move again.

"What are you running for?" The earl condescended to kneel behind Grace, whispering affectionately behind his ear.

"I'm... scared!" Grace trembled.

"What are you afraid of?"

There was a cry in Grace's voice: "Afraid of pain! Afraid of infection!"

The earl's laughter was deep and sweet, very much like the cello that Master William used to play when he was at home.

"No." The count stroked Grace's slender chin, making him turn to look at himself, "As long as you behave well, you won't bleed. But there will be a little pain at first, you have to hold back, you know?" ?”

With tears in her eyes, Grace looked at the Earl and nodded hesitantly.

"Good." The count patted him on the head and told him to kneel down again.He supported Grace's buttocks, making him stick up high, exposing the hole completely.

A hot and hard object pressed against her, and Grace's hairs stood up nervously.

The thing wasn't rough, but it had a rough meaning in it, slowly but surely attacking his body.

"Ah—it hurts! It hurts! Help!" Grace yelled, grabbing the fallen leaves with both hands and crushing them, leaving her wet palms covered.

The count retreated suspiciously, stared at the entrance for a moment, stood up, and walked towards Heima Haimi.

Grace heaved a sigh of relief, and lay down on the fallen leaves, holding her two icy bare legs that had been dried by the autumn wind tightly together.

A palm slapped on his buttocks, "It's so tight?"

Grace looked back at him with tears on her face, but she didn't ask the Earl to let him go.

There was a smile in the earl's eyes, it seemed that in the short quarter of an hour, his love for Grace had gained another layer.

He wiped Grace's wet face with his thumb, "Little thing like a cat, too curious."

Grace hid her face in her arms, and it turned out that the Earl had seen through his thoughts.

Grace wondered if men and men could do that with the same pleasure that a man does to a woman, enough to make the man temporarily forget his gender, temporarily ignore his physical imperfections.

He peeked out his eyes from between his arms, looking back at the count's movements.

The count brought a round tin box from Haimi, which contained solid ointment with a strong fragrance.

He picked some out with his index finger and rubbed it into Grace's buttocks.

Grace immediately stood up, twisted her waist and looked back.

The Earl patted his buttocks with some force, pulling the welts, causing Grace to clamp her legs together and tremble in pain.

"Lie down and spread your legs," the count ordered.

Grace didn't move. He seemed to have some gift for hearing people's real emotions behind their masks.

For example, at this time, the earl looked serious, but he was actually very patient with him.

"I want to watch..." Grace asked aggressively.

The count frowned slightly, "It's much more troublesome than women."

Grace suddenly became humble, and didn't dare to say anything more. She let the earl turn him over, spread and fold his legs, and his buttocks were slightly tilted up. Grace sat up with her hands on her body and looked forward vigorously. I can barely see what's going on——

The count spread the ointment around his asshole, and then inserted his slippery fingers in as before, followed by the second, and then the third... The three fingers were close together, coming in and out together, making strange noises. "Guji" sound.

Grace's eyes widened in shock, as if frightened by the capacity of her body.

The count raised his legs, stared at the space between his legs, and thought it was all right, then turned his gaze to Grace's face. He was a little surprised by his expression at this time, with a chuckle that seemed to be joyful and contemptuous: "Grace, aren't you shy?"

As soon as the words fell, Grace's face flushed instantly, and she covered her face with one hand and her lower body with the other.

The count laughed out loud again, pushed the lower hand away, and lifted his legs to make him raise his ass, slowly inserting his cock, which had regained a rapid erection due to his blushing.

During the process of entering, Grace lay on the fallen leaves, covering her face at first, and then couldn't help biting her fingers.

Because he didn't feel any pain, he waited nervously until the earl penetrated to the deepest point and began to slowly go in and out. Then he gradually felt something was wrong, just like the earl's hand was digging inside him just now, the "penis" unexpectedly It can also touch the place that makes him comfortable, and it is harder and hotter...so it is more comfortable.

Grace knew that comfort was something to be ashamed of, and he was, too.But he was very comfortable at the same time, and his wet body, which had been blown thoroughly by the autumn wind, began to heat up by itself, so he hoped that the count could penetrate him for a while, so that the wet corset could be dried quickly.

The count unbuttoned him, and opened his corset. He moved in and out more slowly, but with more force, and Grace's body shrugged upwards every time.

Compared with being inserted under the body and being stared at the chest, Grace couldn't bear it more. He raised his hand to cover the two breasts on his chest, and finally looked like a girl.

The earl curled his mouth, and hooked Grace's legs between his arms and raised them high. It was also an imprisoned posture, imprisoning Grace's lower body in his arms, and unable to move at will.

Under Grace's slightly surprised gaze, he suddenly accelerated the frequency, as if he was going to nail Grace to the fallen leaves, he thrust vigorously.

After just the first few strokes, Grace lost control, and he felt like a heater had been installed in his ass, melting him all over, dripping hot soup.

The thin waist hanging in the air swung back and forth, the hand covering his chest fell apart, and fell messily on the fallen leaves, rolling the broken leaves in his arms, and he yelled indiscriminately: "Ah-ah-um-um ——" Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Arundell put his hand into his mouth, swirled out a mouthful of saliva, and then pinched his bright red and bloodshot nipple with his saliva-stained fingers——

"Ah! Ah!—" Grace screamed, hoarse and broken because of lust, and the poor little thing between her legs swung back and forth under the earl's digging, throwing out a faint white liquid again.