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Such a laugh would only be seen in Taresa until she came to Lordaeron's palace, and only when Tamis was drunk and Uncle Ruhl was reminiscing about such trivial things as playing with mud. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It is conceivable how serious the husband and wife of Tamis and Lawrence would be to serve the royal family, and they also taught their daughters by word and deed.

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

In fact, there is no need for parents to say more about this point, 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, she should also be counted!

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

"Well, the master is not good, don't do it"

In the manor, in the Alsace lounge, a moaning of weeping came from the cracks in the closed doors and windows of the common room. It reverberates among the quiet plantations 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 moon/buttocks are high and backward/cocked.

From the waist up, it is as if it is broken from it. Frost's 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 tastefully accepted the impact behind him.

"Woo master, Xiaoshuang can't do it, woo woo"

Frost Sorrow buried her delicate face deep in the soft fabric of the sheets. Although he doesn't sweat because of his physique, the faint pink color on the snow-white skin of Frost Sorrow is getting stronger and stronger.

"But I'm still too early."

Arthas's mouth erupted in staccato echoes. Meanwhile. Kneeling behind Frost Sorrow, he didn't stop swaying back and forth.

"But, woo master, you lie"

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! ”

Alsace replied, his muscles tightening in a demonstrative manner.

"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 before that I would only do it i times! Now it's the fourth time! ”

Frost Sorrow's sobs grew louder and louder. Her body was also getting more and more paralyzed, and Arthas had to use his hands to hold the soft waist of the little magic sword. lest she slip off her own strap.

"I didn't lie to Xiaoshuang, although Xiaoshuang you have been here four times, but I haven't even done it once!"

Arthas looked at Frost Sorrow's sad and weak appearance, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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 red and swollen with a little valgus.

"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 C Kilgardan, 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 Xiao 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 her skin that trembled in the air every inch of it.

The peak of this i time was more intense than every previous i, and Arthas only felt his ben being tightly wrapped in the powerful pressure of i, like an octopus sucker, and like an unknown whirlpool in the deep 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 c guilt c 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. (To be continued.) )