TO THE MANOR BOUND: The English Manor House has long been seen as a world apart; a place of elegant living where, in splendid isolation the landed gentry could freely indulge their passions for the outdoor sports of riding and hunting. Of course, there were those whose passions ran towards “indoor sports” – lascivious activities enthusiastically, if discreetly, pursued by lusty men and sensual women behind large and imposing stone walls of baronial splendor, where they were safely hidden from prying eyes.

From: To the Manor Bound

The electric thrill that coursed through her shook her to the core; body quickening in involuntary spasm. The first contact was the touch of wet, tickling lips that kissed her ass, nibbling, grazing all over her naked bottom, before kissing and licking her rearend with broad strokes of a flattened tongue. The dreamy girl couldn’t help whimpering through tightly-pressed lips; wiggling her hips in the grip of excitement. The man was making love to her ass! His exploring tongue slid along the twin curves, slipped audaciously into the crack, traced the pleasing under-curves with lips and mouth and tongue. The mattress shifted again, and the young man was nuzzling between her loosely parted legs, jamming his face into the soft underbelly of her darkly-furred pussy, inhaling her scent, invading her feminine essence, his face buried deep in the moist folds of her vagina, using nose and mouth to pleasure her, till the helpless woman writhed sensuously on the sheets, whimpering like a hurt puppy.