, Tamis and Lawrence, how seriously they will serve the royal family, and they also teach their daughters by word and deed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it is rare to see Taresa a few times a year, the couple always tells their daughter to work hard by the side of Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia.

In fact, there is no need for Mom and Dad to say much about this, Taresa herself will serve Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia well, but ......

How nice it would have been if she had been the maid of His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas?

- Taresa looked beyond the fence of the stands, and looked at the mount of His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, who was mad with his attendants in the middle of the racecourse, and thought blankly.

It's not that Kalia is bad for Taresha, it's just ......

Although she is just a little maid, Taresa also has her own little visions and her own little love! She's twenty-two years old this year! The pregnant/spring girl in the kingdom of Lordaeron should also be counted as one!

But if the little maid Taresa knew what she was looking forward to His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, what was she doing now...... Will she keep this little love?

"Hmm...... Master...... No more...... Don't ...... anymore."

In the manor, in the Alsatian lounge, a murmuring and moaning came from the closed doors and windows of the lounge, echoing in the quiet plantation nearby.

On the bed/in the center of the break room, Frost Sorrow doesn't know when the posture has changed to half-kneeling; The soft waist stretches into a perfect arc, and the muddy/round/full/full moon/hips are high back/upturned.

Broken from the waist up, Frost Sorrow fell softly on the snow-white sheets of her skin.

The satiety/full chest was tightly attached to the sheets under him, and with a certain force from behind, the skin and the sheets rubbed violently, and the two bright "buds" on the chest bloomed with a pink color, hidden in this violent movement, bringing more intense stimulation to the frost sorrow.

Little Demon Sword's hands clutched tightly at the sheets under him, but his body almost lost the ability to move, just blindly accepting the impact behind him.

"Woo...... Master, Xiaoshuang is no good, woo woo ......"

Frost Sorrow buried her delicate face deep in the soft fabric of the sheets, and although she didn't sweat because of her physique, the faint pink color on Frost Sorrow's snow-white skin became more and more intense.

"But I still ...... Still...... It's a long morning......

Arthas's mouth erupted in staccato echoes, and at the same time, he knelt behind Frostmourn and did not stop swaying back and forth.

"But...... Whining...... Master, you lied ......."

Frost's mournful voice was melodious, with a palpable cry, and while he barely endured it, he did not forget to complain to Arthas.

"No, where did I lie to Xiaoshuang? It's really early! ”

Arthas replied as he demonstratively tightened his muscles somewhere.

"Ahh

Obviously feeling the heat in his body and feeling a swelling feeling, Frost Sorrow even wondered if his light body would be picked up in the air by his master like this.

"Yes! Master, you lie! I said I would only do it once! Right now...... Now it's the fourth time! ”

Frost's sobs grew louder and her body became more and more paralyzed, and Arthas had to hold the soft waist of the little magic sword in his own hands, lest she just slip off his sustenance.

"I didn't lie to Xiaoshuang, although Xiaoshuang you have been here four times, but I ...... Not once! ”

Arthas looked at Frost's sad and weak appearance, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Even though he had been transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas was no match for Frostmourn; The strength of the little demon sword is still much greater than his, and more importantly, there are many endless spells in Frost Sorrow.

It was only in this situation that Arthas was able to fully feel the conquest of Frost's sorrow.

The great psychological pleasure enhanced the physical pleasure and made Arthas involuntarily speed up his movements.

"Xiaoshuang, if you endure it any longer, I'll be ...... soon"

In fact, there was no need for a reminder of Frost's sorrow, and Arthas knew that he had been here for too long.

How long has passed? Two hours? Three hours? Or is it more? Even Frost Sorrow has reached the peak of pleasure four times.

Arthas and Frostmourn had wet sheets, and Frostmourn didn't sweat, and Arthas was far from that tiredness.

These liquids come from the sorrow of frost......

- Arthas thought as he let his eyes involuntarily glance at the pale black grass of Frost Sorrow, which was already a little turned red.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Frost Sorrow could no longer answer Arthas's words, and the slight swelling pain and distance stimulation made her follow her body's instincts and return to the most primitive wildness.

Maybe the power of Frost Grief is on par with Akmund and Kil'Gardan, and maybe her true identity is more noble and mysterious, but at this moment, she is just a woman, a little magic sword who is being "pampered" by her beloved master.

Her natural physiology made her extremely fragile at times like these, and as Arthas moved more and more, Frostmourn's voice became more and more hoarse.

Finally, Frost's sorrow, which is contradictory between swelling pain and comfort, ushered in her fifth time.

"Yikes!"

A high-pitched scream erupted from Little Magic Sword's already hoarse throat, and her body spasmed violently, and she could even hear her teeth fighting.

The original snow-white jade/body had completely turned pink, and the narrow granular bulges on every inch of her skin trembled in the air.

This time the pinnacle was more intense than the previous ones, and Arthas only felt his ben rise tightly wrapped in a strong pressure, like an octopus sucker, and like an unknown whirlpool in the depths of the sea.

Even a body as strong as Arthas could not control this extreme psychological and biological stimulation after all, and in the midst of pity, guilt, comfort, and pleasure, his body shivered slightly, and his hands tightly grasped the slender waist of Frost Sorrow, and then let out a low roar like a dragon's groan.

"Woooooooooo......oo The host is the big badass......"

The wind stopped raining, and Frost Sorrow fell weakly on the bed, her black hair was messy on her red carcass/body, and the plump/plump double/peak rose and fell violently.

"Little Frost...... Sorry ......"

Just one vent didn't make Arthas's desires/desires completely fade, but it was enough to sober him up.

Looking at the delicate and weak Frost Sorrow, Arthas felt ashamed, and couldn't help but lean in front of her, hugged Frost Sorrow's small body, pressed her delicate face to his chest and kept it warm, and whispered.

"Good...... Okay host...... Don't talk about that...... Xiaoshuang survived! It's all in the past! ”

Hearing Arthas say this, Frost Sorrow felt a little uncomfortable, and she hurriedly comforted her master.

"Really? Then let's do it again......"

Arthas couldn't help but rejoice when he heard that Frost's sorrow was so virtuous.

"Lord, Lord, Lord...... The owner is the big badass! Whining...... Xiaoshuang doesn't want ......"

Arthas's words clearly made Frost Grief take a big start, and she panicked and tried to break away from Arthas's side as she cried out loudly.

"Okay, okay, scare your ......"

With a gentle smile on his face, Arthas gently grabbed Frostmourn's struggling body, holding her in his arms and gently stroking her hair.

"Hmph...... The owner is the worst, he will only bully Xiaoshuang! ”

Frost's sorrow was affectionately hugged by her master, and the grievances and fears in her heart suddenly weakened a lot, and she leaned on Arsa