"Master?" Frostmourn seemed to realize that something was wrong with Arthas, and removed his hands and asked suspiciously. "You...... Xiaoshuang, you put on your clothes first! Arthas did his best to show his majesty as a master, but the slightly hoarse voice and evasive gaze revealed that the little prince was only lustful.

"Why?" Frost Sorrow sat up suddenly, and the two soft/flesh balls on his chest trembled, making Arthas want to measure with his hands how big and how heavy the two flesh/balls that people love and hate. There is no sense of shame in Frost's sorrow, and when he lies down, his legs are naturally close together, so that Arthas can barely fall into his eyes; But now, Frostmourn sat cross-legged across from Arthas, and though the little prince quickly looked away, the glance made his brain even more under-sufficiency—why...... Is it black?

Frost's sorrow was not answered by his master, but only in exchange for the other party's dodge, which made the little magic sword very angry - this good/lustful master...... Would you rather run and talk to that small/breasts/part woman than take a look at Xiaoshuang's flawless body? Frostmourn turned cross-legged to bent his knees, kneeling forward a few steps, his hands on Arthas's cheeks, holding his master's face, and pulling it over so that he was facing him. ,…,

Just one glance at Frost Sorrow, Arthas couldn't take his eyes off it—a waterfall of jet-black hair poured down on Frost Sorrow's chest, serving as a cover for shame; The delicate and fair goose-egg-shaped face reveals the delicacy and smoothness of youth; Under the willow-like lovely eyebrows, a pair of big watery eyes blinked, causing the long and curved eyelashes to tease up and down; The slightly upturned nose and pink fragrant/bright cherry lips shine with a breathtaking luster.

Arthas forced his gaze to rest on Frost Sorrow's face, not on the tall/towering breasts and the grass beneath it. But even so. The little prince couldn't control his desires/desires, and a high protrusion was lifted in the middle of the delicate silk breeches.

"Little Frost...... You, why don't you get dressed? Arthas said dryly—it was really dry, and the little prince felt a heat overflow from his throat, which, though the constant saliva in his mouth, could not extinguish the hot sensation—and he wanted nothing more than water.

"The host...... It's time! Frost Sorrow said to Arthas affectionately, with unconcealed joy in his words. Miscellaneous...... When? Arthas asked, but was startled by his own hoarse voice like the chirping of a crow. ,…,

"When Xiaoshuang and her master do that kind of shameful thing!" Frost Sorrow gently caressed Arthas's face with one hand, and with the other hand slid stealthily into his master's crotch, clutching the little friend he had just seen in the morning...... Tonight. It's time to say hello!

Alsace was ashamed of himself - yes, ashamed. Although Frost's Sorrow is powerful and can't tell how many years she has lived, she is more like a child in her usual appearance; And although Alsace looks like a child on the outside, he is actually an adult with enough reason and judgment on the inside.

What made Arthas feel ashamed was that he knew that what Frost Grief was doing now was out of place, but he couldn't resist the evil desires/desires in his heart, and the words of stopping and refusing came to his lips several times, but in the end, he couldn't form a powerful voice, but turned into bursts of ...... Moaning. That's right, it's the moaning, and that's another place that puts Arthas to shame.

"The host...... Frost is about to start......" Frost Sorrow whispered softly, but she wasn't asking Arthas's permission, she was just domineering her actions. Dizzy and a little weak, Arthas watched helplessly as Frost Grief bent his head and lay between his legs, untying his breeches. …,

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"Little Frost...... We can't do that...... If Winlessa or Mograini came in, they would have seen it. "Arthas discourages Frost Sorrow's movements." Never mind. Unmoved, Frost's Sorrow struggled to untie Arthas's trouser belt before she raised her head and said with a smile: "No matter what it is, as long as it is something with a soul, if you dare to come in, Xiaoshuang will kill her." ”

Arthas was keenly aware that Frostmourn had used the female "she", apparently for Winlessa. Hearing Frost Grief say this, Arthas prayed instead to Withinesa not to end her vigil so soon. "But...... But I haven't showered in days! "Alsace found another excuse.

This excuse also made Arthas feel ashamed - as the prince of Lordaeron...... The noblest nobles have not cleaned their bodies for so long. But there really can't be helped, and these days, Alsace has been going back and forth. With a brush, Arthas's breeches were ripped off by Frostmourn and dropped on the carriage floor. The little prince's lower body was only a thin silk shirt, which was lifted high by the high spirits of the bent. ,…,

"It's okay, the master is the master, even if it becomes stinky, Xiaoshuang will not dislike the master!" Frostmourn smiled and attacked Arthas's last line of defense. The Light Comes - Arthas closed his eyes. Humiliating to accept his fate - will the future king of Lordaeron, once the Lich King, be robbed of his chastity by his own weapons in this little carriage?

"Wow......" Frost Sorrow exclaimed, caressing the creation of herself. Something that shouldn't have been on the body of a ten-year-old child was something that she had to do after traveling through the flow of time, and repeated many times, to make Alsace grow.

I was going to use it immediately on the same day, but the owner decisively refused. The sorrow of the frost at that time. I didn't realize that there would be such a variety of women coming to Arthas, competing with him for the master, so I didn't insist. Of course, Frost Sorrow regrets it now, so she must take advantage of tonight to take her master's ...... Clause! One! Times!

But this is easier said than done. Although he had already analyzed and searched those textbook-like subjects countless times, when it came to the door, Frost's Grief was still a little restrained. Looking at the owner who had given up resistance, like a man/pet waiting for the queen's presence with his eyes closed, Frost Sorrow secretly cheered himself up in his heart, and finally grabbed the thing that was as hard as iron. ,…,

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