"Use ...... Use the back! Anyway, the front is not good! ”

Frost Grief exclaimed, but the two turned pink lips had begun to secrete slippery mucus in a very hopeless manner.

"How is that possible...... I can't get in the back. ”

Arthas shook his head and said, his strong psoas muscles scaled slightly, and the fiery end of the fiery rose rhythmically at the entrance of the Frost Sorrow Flower/Creek - little / rabbit / child / good / good / good / good, open the door!

"Yes! Yes! ”

Frost's grief was afraid of pain, and hurriedly flattered his master and said.

"Okay...... That little frost, you turn around......"

Arthas reluctantly accepted the little magic sword's terms, he let go of Frost's sad body, watched her scurry away from him, and then turned around sharply, leaned down and arched her round/round/straight/cocked little ass, then turned his head and smiled at Arthas flatteringly.

The young Prince Lordaeron reluctantly climbed to his feet, knelt behind Frost's sorrow, and looked at the "third hole" that the little magic sword had always hoped for.

Like a blooming wild steel flower, tiny lines were distributed near the deep holes, and the shallow pink folds trembled slightly with the sad breath of the frost.

Arthas knew that Frostmourn didn't need to eat, which meant that the Little Magic Sword was very clean; He wasn't upset by the question, he just ......

Arthas looked down at his fiery front, and then at the tiny hole—he didn't even think he could fit a finger in.

"Let's do it normally. Little Frost! I can't get in here. ”

Arthas shook his head, then said to Frost Sorrow.

"No...... No way! I'll definitely be able to get in! ”

Frost Sorrow quickly turned around and said firmly in Arthas's surprised gaze. Then the jade hand relaxed, caught Arthas's wavering firmness, and leaned in and took it into his mouth.

"Hmm......"

Arthas's body subconsciously swayed slowly with Frost Sorrow's movements; Since returning from Zuaman, Frost Sorrow has become more and more proficient in this way.

"Woo yo yo ~ "

The sound of swallowing saliva kept ringing out of the mouth of the little magic sword, but even so, there were large streams of fragrant and cool liquid flowing on Alsace's high head, even the two ellipsoids in the meat/bag below. They were all soaked wet.

Ever since he was transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas has been plagued by the fact that he doesn't seem to grow a beard anymore.

When Arthas asked the Red Dragon Queen this question, he received a somewhat dismissive reply - "For a dragon." You're still an egg! How is it possible to grow a beard? ”

Arthas certainly didn't think of himself as a dragon egg, but he later discovered that there were other benefits to not growing a beard.

In addition to saving the trouble of shaving every day, since there is no beard. Naturally, there is very little hair in the rest of the body. Frost Sorrow will not be irritated by the tips of the fine hairs when she does this to herself.

"Hmm......"

Frost Sorrow slowly raised her head, and the thick fiery bumbi slipped out of her mouth little by little; Because Arthas's treasure was too thick, and the cherry lips of Frost Sorrow were too narrow, when they were completely separated, there was a "wave" sound, as if the cork had been pulled out of the barrel.

The little magic sword let out a groan, then wiped his mouth. Cut off the silver filament that was pulling, and looked at the smeared saliva. Nodding in satisfaction.

"That's fine, it's so wet, it's easy to get in!"

Frostmourn said to Arthas in a matter-of-fact manner - since his last return from Zuaman, the little magic sword has become an expert in this field; Unlike Arthas, who can only rush and slam stupidly, Frost Grief has an endless and strange pattern.

For example, when she is having sex with Arthas, she often comes up with various postures that make Arthas jaw-dropping, and some poses are a little difficult to complete even Arthas, who has an excellent body.

This fueled Arthas's desire to grow more and more, and in the end, in the bathrooms, on the balconies, and even in the midnight gardens, in the untouched corners of Lordaeron's palace, and in the lounge by the martial arts arena, there were traces of his indulgence with Frost's Sorrow.

With the encouragement of the little magic sword, Arthas pressed her smooth back with one hand, and with the other hand held his fiery ben up, aimed at the small round hole between the two petals of the little magic sword, and drilled into it vigorously.

"Yikes!"

Frost Grief let out a scream, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her, a tearing pain coming from behind her, and she felt as if she was about to be split in half.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshuang?"

Arthas quickly stopped his movements and asked with concern - but his posture was a little awkward now, and the top of half of the pile was stuck in the mouth of the small hole, and he could not advance or retreat.

"It hurts!"

Frost Sorrow looked back and said with tears in her eyes.

"That'...... Then I'll quit right away......"

Arthas was also a little panicked, and hurriedly retreated.

"No! It's hard to try it once! This opportunity cannot be wasted! It is said that it hurts for the first time, and Xiaoshuang can endure it! “

Frost Sorrow disagreed, and she made up her mind to use the three holes in her body to deal with Arthas's bull-like body, and never give other women any chance; Now was the critical time, and although it was painful, the little magic sword did not intend to retreat.

"That'...... I'm going to squeeze into it? “

Arthas had to use the word "squeeze" - because he felt that his lower body was indeed being squeezed, as if there was a force of attraction to drag himself into that little hole.

"No...... No way! Pain! First...... Stay like this for a while! ”

Frostmourn was still a little afraid of pain, despite her determination, so she weakly pleaded with Arthas.

"Well, well......"

Arthas reluctantly raised her hands, connecting the top of her fiery body with the hidden hole in Frostmourn's hips, helplessly waiting for the little magic sword to rely on her body's healing power to relieve the pain.

……

"Or ...... Master, do you move a little? ”

It took a while for Frost's sorrow to come back again; Tears had already blinked from her eyes, and in the face of Arthas's inquiring gaze, the little magic sword said this timidly. (To be continued......)

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