"Hee-hee-......" grabbed the object, Frost Sorrow's heart calmed down a lot, through the Holy Light summoned by Arthas, Frost Sorrow carefully looked at the hard stick in his hand, I don't know why he just wanted to laugh - the master was soft all over, so that Xiao Shuang wanted to bully him when he saw it, but this thing was fierce, it was so funny!

Arthas was in the midst of a great conflict. www.biquge.info Be strong, Arthas, you are not a child - Arthas admonished himself in his heart. Although the memories are somewhat confusing and there are a lot of faults, Alsace has lived at least thirty years in the original time stream.

In fact, Arthas was not as powerless as he appeared to be, and could only do whatever Frost Grieved wanted. Aside from the initial lack of blood supply to his brain, he has now basically regained his mobility, and it is not impossible to stop Frost Sorrow's behavior, but ......

His vital point, the most sensitive part of his body, was held by Frost Sorrow's cold, tender little hands—and though he didn't want to admit it, Arthas enjoyed the feeling. From last night's passionate kiss with Frost Sorrow to this morning's farce, the desire of an adult male in Arthas's soul for copulation is gradually hooked up by Frost Sorrow.

Squinting slightly, Arthas looked at Frost's Sorrow, who was working hard in front of him. Although he caught the master's thing, the little magic sword was a little puzzled and didn't know which step to start. Sometimes it's not a good thing to have too much knowledge, and Frost Sorrow just pinched the stick and tilted his head to think.

After thinking about it for a long time, Frost's Sorrow didn't think of a specific procedure for "eating the master", which made her feel a little annoyed, and let go of the key point of Alsace in her hand, and the two slender lotus arms stopped the master's neck, and with a little force, they were close to Alsace's face - Xiaoshuang was very troubled now and needed the master's kiss to comfort her!

This is not the first kiss between Frost Sorrow and Arthas, but this scene has made both of them feel inexplicably throbbing in their hearts. Instead of going straight to the point, Frost Sorrow instinctively scraped Arthas's cheek with the tip of her slender nose, feeling her master's increasingly intense breathing.

Between the ears and temples, Frost's sad lips moved to Arthas's lips, this time, Arthas had no intention of resisting, Frost's sad lilac tongue slipped into Arthas's mouth unceremoniously, stirring unreasonably, Arthas immediately left the blame and entanglement between them behind, half-pushing and half-on-the-spot entangled with Frost's sorrow - with his tongue.

It's a terrible thing - there's only one thought left in Arthas's head. Although it has not yet been determined, Arthas feels that the *** in the wound of Frost Sorrow seems to have a strong aphrodisiac/aphrodisiac effect. Now, this evil saliva was flowing into Arthas's mouth along the cold, silky little tongue of Frost Sorrow, half subconsciously, half forced, Arthas swallowed the sweet liquid until it overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Hee-hee-......" Frost Sorrow let go of his master, his fingers stroked Arthas's somewhat moist and swollen lips, and smiled happily, the amorous look on his face was intoxicating, "Hello master/Lust!" Frost Sorrow labeled Arthas, who was still reminiscing, as evil.

Arthas was powerless to refute - in fact, wasn't he the one who had tried to prevent him from having any further intimacy with Frost Sorrow......? Alsace felt that he was indeed a ...... Good/lustful prince. Frost Sorrow seemed to be in full swing, and after a passionate kiss, began his next move.

The next step after kissing...... Frost Sorrow earnestly recalls the "know-how" she had already sorted out in her consciousness, and mischievously gnaws on Arthas's thin chest and somewhat slender neck, like a little gray rabbit or hamster feeding.

The cold and moist red lips went all the way down, and finally came to the extremely abnormal forbidden area of Alsace. Ben/Qi, who was approached by the cold breath, seemed to realize his fate of being devoured and eaten, and trembled restlessly a few times. "Hey~huh~" With a cute snort, Frost Sorrow used both hands to catch the little dishonest thing.

After all, it wasn't something that grew normally, and the hair in the forbidden area of Arthas was sparse, and only the baby stood tall with his head held high. Frost Grief gripped the root of the thing, and by the light of the Holy Light, his dark eyes widened and he looked closer. The color of the rod was as fair as Alsace's complexion, but due to excessive congestion, the rod had a tinge of pink, and the cyan veins bulged, and the tip of the tip was thicker than the rest of the body, but the outside was covered with a layer of flesh.

"It's so hard...... Frost Sorrow murmured, holding the root of the thing in her hand and making it shake as if nodding to herself, "hee-hee...... Is it a bone in it?" Frost Sorrow asked like a curious baby.

Arthas could not answer the question, his heart was filled with self-reproach and shameless desires/hopes. Despite his efforts, Arthas trembled and stretched out a hand to caress Frost Sorrow's long and supple black hair--for Arthas now, any part of the little magic sword's body has a strong attraction to him--the woman transformed into the magic sword is a witch who is proficient in charm/seduction, right?As for Arthas's other hand...... The little prince's body needed a little support lest he collapse on the couch out of nowhere—the damned little body, for some unspeakable reason, was now a little anemic.

Soon, Frost Sorrow discovers that the end of this treasure is not sealed by the flesh, but has left a hole. Frost Sorrow narrowed one eye, tried to open the other, and leaned over the hole to look, but found nothing—hey, was it hollow inside the master's thing?

Frostmourn decided to investigate, so she gripped the top of the bendt and slid her hands downward—"Ah!" the little prince screamed—it hurt......s!" Are you alright, master!" Frost Sorrow let go of his hand, stood up nervously, and asked Arthas with concern.

Arthas felt his eyes glow, and a sharp pain came from his lower body. This must be the punishment of the Holy Light—Arthas thought to himself, and his eyes moved to the place where the pain had come, and he found a little red—bleeding?Why was it himself who was bleeding?