Arthas has always been interested in Frost Sorrow's body.

It's not just the kind of interest in bed/, it's all kinds of interests - the little magic sword looks really magical, her strength is so great that she can almost fight with the Red Dragon Queen, but when she is with Arthas, she is always shy and soft, Arthas holds her, she can't seem to break free.

On top of that, Arthas still can't figure out what Frost Sorrow's body is...... What is the difference between normal people and normal people? Little Magic Sword doesn't need to eat or drink, but when Arthas kisses her, or ...... When she goes further, she secretes that cool, but good-smelling fluid.

But Alsace is not Kel'thugad, and is not keen on studying such things; At this moment, he was completely attracted by the sad lips and tongue of Frost.

The kiss between Arthas and Frost Sorrow is very soft, a manifestation of more than just lust, but more of an interdependence between two people.

Arthas pecked Frost's sad lips and tongue gently, feeling as if he was about to get lost in the deep eyes of the little magic sword.

However, Arthas soon found something more appealing to him - he felt something bulging/bulging/bulging/bulging/bulging on his chest, and a very elastic thing was pressing against his chest, so he put his hand up the smooth skirt of the little magic sword, and climbed a plump/full/bouncy breast/peak - even through the skirt, it did not affect Alsace's feel at this time. Because the fabric of the blue dress of Frost Sorrow is also very unique, it always feels like the smooth skin of the little magic sword.

"Well, master...... It's so uncomfortable! ”

Frostmourn's body writhed again. Arthas's big hands played tricks on her chest, not only pinching the plump/full breasts/peaks into round or flat shapes, but also holding the two buds at the top of the breasts/peaks with his fingers and gently rubbing them.

The breast/tip is a very sensitive part of the little magic sword, especially after the passion with Arthas last night, and Frost's sad body still has a little passionate afterglow.

"Tell me, where does it still hurt?"

Arthas was not about to spare the Frost Sorrow. With a narrow smile on the corner of his mouth, he played with his little magic sword.

"No...... No...... Don't say it! ”

Frost Sorrow felt too shy, and she wasn't going to do what her master said. I just want to get out of the situation of being teased by my master and find a way to escape.

However, Arthas did not let Frost Grief wish, and the body of the little magic sword was tightly held, and the bursts of stimulation from the nipples/tips made her body undergo subtle changes.

"Little Frost. It's hard here! ”

Arthas amusedly pinched the frost's sorrow milk/bud at the top of the peak. I fully felt that this part has changed from a small bean to a straight/upright and elastic appearance.

Frost Sorrow felt like she was about to faint - her body was so limp that she didn't even have the strength to struggle in her master's arms; However, the breast/peak who was being played with by her master was still stubbornly erect, and the bursts of excitement continued to impact the consciousness of the little magic sword, and she couldn't help but clamp the legs that had been slightly loosened by Arthas, as if some liquid was about to rush out of the fountain of time in her legs.

"Okay, okay! Little Frost ...... It hurts under the little frost, don't get it, master! ”

Frostgrief finally relented, and she answered Arthas's question in a shrill voice.

"Where's down there?"

Alsace was not satisfied at all. Continue to rub the Frost Sorrow's chest upright/erect bud.

"Below, below...... Cave ......"

Little Magic Sword's face was flushed. Said hesitantly.

"Which hole?"

Unexpectedly, Arthas went too far, and asked more and more questions than Frost Grief could bear.

"Two ...... Both hurt! ”

Frost Sorrow suddenly screamed, then jerked his hand out from under Arthas's lower abdomen, pushed away his somewhat unresponsive master, and then scrambled to the end of the bed, trying to escape his master's clutches.

However, the little magic sword still underestimated Arthas's physical fitness after being transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas was only stunned for a moment, then reached out and copied back, hugged the slender waist of Frost Sorrow, hugged the back half of her body tightly, and threw herself on the bed.

"Ah, master, let go of Xiaoshuang!"

Frost Sorrow protested as she struggled.

"How can it be so easy!"

Arthas dissatisfiedly crushed Frost Sorrow under him, and then skillfully took off the pale blue floral dress on Little Magic Sword's body - it may be a bit inappropriate to say that it was taken off, Arthas just faded the skirt from bottom to top to Frost Sorrow's chest, just to cover the pink/nipples/head of the two plump/full/breast/flesh tops.

Frost Sorrow clung to the partition at the foot of the bed with both hands, but was powerless to stop what Arthas had done to her; Little Magic Sword's large swaths of smooth and fair back skin were exposed to the air, but what attracted Arthas more was her perfect, straight/upturned moon/buttocks like a peeled peach.

The white buttocks/flesh were split in two by a furrow, and trembled in front of Arthas as Frost Grief still struggled to the ground.

An inexplicable emotion began to creep through Arthas's heart, and he raised his slap high and slapped it lightly on the little magic sword's ass/thigh.

"Yikes! Why did the owner spank Xiaoshuang's ass! ”

Frost Sorrow lay on the partition at the end of the bed, turned her head and said to Arthas aggrievedly.

"Because Xiaoshuang, you are disobedient, and if you are disobedient, you will be punished!"

Arthas said confidently, and then gently pressed Frost Sorrow's back with one hand, making the slender and soft, as if there was no bone to support the silky back sink slightly, highlighting the stiffness/warp of the little demon sword, and then skillfully opened his loose pajama pants with his other hand, revealing the already unbearable fiery rise inside.

"Master, don't ...... Yikes! ”

Frost Sorrow and Arthas had long been old husbands and wives, and listening to the sound of the rubbing of Suosuo's clothes, of course they knew that the master had released something terrible from inside his pants.

Little Demon Sword was about to beg for mercy, but halfway through the words, an incomparably hard and fiery cylindrical object slammed into the cavity of Frost's sorrow/body that was still a little red and swollen and turned outward/channel, blocking the rest of her words in her throat, replaced by a high-pitched, painful moan/moan. (To be continued......)