Frost Sorrow's consciousness went blank, and Arthas was no better. Pen~Fun~ www.biquge.info Although Frost's sad mouth was not warm, and even a little cold, her movements were not skillful, and she would often use her teeth to knock the end of Alsace's bleeding just now, making him feel a tingling.

But Frostmourn's current behavior has brought Arthas an indescribable irritation. Once upon a time when he was with Gianna, Prince Lordaeron had never been treated like this. Although Frost Grief had always bowed down to him, it was far less than it did to make Arthas understand what true conquest was.

As the sucking strength of Frost Sorrow increased, and the faint aphrodisiac effect increased, Arthas's body couldn't help but lift up slightly, slowly writhing and twitching with Frost Sorrow's movements. Under this intense stimulation, Arthas's hand that was originally caressing Frostmourn's hair subconsciously crooked, falling straight down, and clasped on the side of Frostmourn's hanging breast/ball.

"Huh?" Frost's sorrow temporarily spit out his master's bumpy, ignoring the pink cherry lips and the body of the stick, just like at the end of last night's kiss, pulled out a crystal transparent adhesive silk, pressed Alsace's somewhat thin thighs with both hands, blinked his dark eyes, and asked curiously: "Master, do you want to play with Xiaoshuang here?"

Arthas's eyes widened suddenly—Frostmourn claimed that her body was made exactly to Arthas's liking. Arthas had no way of verifying the truth of this argument, nor did he know if his aesthetics would change, but at this moment, he felt that Frost Sorrow was not wrong, or that her body was the most attractive to any male—but Arthas was fortunate enough to be able to play with some of it—and the little prince subconsciously pinched the overflowing abundance in his hand.

In front of Alsace's eyes, there was a delicate and beautiful girl's carcass like a jade carving. The pink snow neck that pokes out slightly, the sexy/sensual/charming/charming collarbones, the corners of the mouth that are upturned with a smile, and the blur on his face with a hint of cute and cute look make Arthas feel that with just such a gesture, the sorrow of frost is enough to snatch people's souls.

Of course, Arthas was reluctant to let others see the little magic sword so seductive. And Frost Sorrow's appearance at this time is too cute/seductive/human, in addition to making Alsace's Ben/Qi extra hard, he can't help but rub the meat/ball that he grabbed in his hand, although it was a little cold, but soft and tender enough to make up for the feel.

"Ah......" Frost Sorrow felt that her body had become weird, although she didn't have the pleasure and conquest that brought by pressing Arthas on the soft couch and wantonly ravaging/ravaging his lips and uplifting, but under Arthas's subconscious rubbing, Frost Sorrow felt that something had changed in her body.

This change was felt more fully by Arthas than Frost's sorrow—in the palm of his hand, there was a faint small protrusion, which grew in size and swelled until it reached the palm of his hand. Arthas looked down a little strangely, and saw that the top of the pink and white bud exposed to the air on the other side of Frost Sorrow had stubbornly erected like the one hiding in his palm.

Arthas knew what that meant, and it only took two kneades to get Frost Sorrow into such a sensitive state. At this moment, Frost Sorrow saw that Arthas was muffled and did not speak, but only kneaded the pair of flesh/balls on his chest, and leaned down his head again, and re-embraced Arthas's.

Now that he has given up his reserve and pointless resistance, Arthas is no longer entangled, and in addition to playing with Frostsorrow's breasts/flesh with his hands, he also relaxes his body, intending to enjoy Frostsorrow's cold-filled service/service.

But it's always like this, when you have the heart to resist, it happens, and when you have the heart to enjoy, you can't get what you want. The second movement of Frost Sorrow did not last a few times, and Arthas had just experienced the feeling of trembling like an electric shock, when something unexpected happened - the door of the carriage was slammed open, and Winlessa's somewhat anxious voice sounded at the door: "Arthas, there is ...... Yikes!"

In fact, Wen Lesa didn't need to scream, just the appearance of her voice had already frightened Arthas. The combination of sensory stimulation and psychological stimulation made Alsace's young body unable to withstand such violent fluctuations, and he ...... Shamefully...... In the sad mouth of the frost......

Despite the weakness and exhaustion of the outburst, Arthas struggled to get up from his soft couch - at least to put on his own clothes!

Wen Lessa's initial astonishment, followed by immense shyness, slammed the door of the carriage shut, and shut the shameless couple in the carriage. Outside the carriage, Winlesa covered her hot cheeks tightly with her hands, but she couldn't stop the scene of flesh/body/sex/entanglement that she had just seen lingering in her consciousness-Arthas...... What are you doing with the woman with the poisonous tongue? Winlesa was shy and puzzled - could the woman with the poisonous tongue between Arthas's legs be the legendary ...... However, how could a six-year-old child have such a thing on him?

In the carriage, Arthas watched helplessly as Frost Sorrow spit out what he had softened, wiping his mouth with his smooth little hands, looking like "thank you for your hospitality". The little prince complained while pulling his silk shirt upwards: "Little frost, didn't you say that no one would approach this carriage?"

Although Frost Sorrow said "kill", Arthas knew that she was just not good at words, and what the little magic sword really wanted to convey should be just to control it. Frost's sorrow was still naked with his beautiful and moving body, and he looked like he didn't care, and said, "Well, but master, Xiaoshuang was too involved just now and forgot about it." ”

Arthas, who was scrambling to put on his pants and shoes, almost fell on the floor of the carriage. Hurriedly lifting his pants and putting on his riding boots, which he didn't know when, Arthas angrily whispered to Frost's Sorrow, "Frost......!

Arthas didn't finish speaking, and sighed to himself - looking at Frost Sorrow's dark eyes and innocent expression, Arthas knew that this girl didn't care about being seen by Winlessa at all. In fact, Frost's Sorrow really thinks like this--what can she do if the woman with the small/breast/part sees it? Just let the little frost teach her, what kind of breast/part is the right model that the owner likes! After thinking about it, Frost's Sorrow added in her heart that she won't be hungry for a child!