Want to know why Frost Sorrow suddenly became agitated?

That's because this is the first time that Arthas has taken the initiative to kiss Frost Sorrow since she changed into a human form!

Although it usually looks confused, Frost's sad memory is very good, and he is very careful!

Maybe Arthas didn't feel it himself, but Frost Sorrow remembered that it had always been Arthas who took the initiative to kiss Arthas, or to touch and touch his master's body.

Arthas, on the other hand, never showed too much intimacy with Frost Sorrow - at least not between beds/flutes.

Although it was not the first kiss with his master, it was Arthas's first kiss to Frost Sorrow - how could this not make Frost Sorrow heartbroken?

Although Frost's grief is light, it is also a great burden for Arthas's current body.

Her legs, which had not yet been systematically trained, could not support the weight of two people, and soon Arthas was pulled by Frost Sorrow and pressed against her.

However, Frost's sad movements did not stop for half a minute, her hand caressed Arthas's back, her cold lips sucked/sucked Arthas's fiery lips, her fragrant tongue turned the world in Arthas's mouth, and by the way, brought "a pool of spring water".

As Arthas had guessed, the sweet, cold liquid from Frostmourn's wound was an aphrodisiac for Arthas, who gradually felt a fire burning in his body, and he had a feeling of blood swelling.

And in fact, somewhere in Arthas's body, there is indeed a blood vein.

The sorrow of the frost that tightly wrapped around the master's thigh, and felt the changes in the master's body with her lower abdomen, which made her even more happy, and the agitated/emotional movements became more and more unstoppable.

The passionate kiss that lasted for more than ten minutes made Arthas feel suffocated.

But Arthas felt like a drunkard at the moment, indulging/indulging in mellow wine, and he would rather suffocate himself than let go of Frost's sad lips.

The sorrow of frost is more emotional than Alsace. But the expressions of the two people were completely different - the little magic sword took off the long skirt on his body.

Rather than taking it off, the pale blue dress with a yellow floral pattern disappeared.

Almost unobstructed, Arthas felt the delicate skin of Frost Sorrow like flowing water, and an inexplicable fragrance. It rippled from Frost Sorrow's body, gradually filling the bedroom, enveloping Arthas.

Arthas grew even more frantic, his hands growing stronger.

Though he was still trying not to hurt Frost's sorrow, the soft mass kept changing shape in Arthas's hands. And bursts of excited/high-spirited gasps also came out of Frost's sad mouth.

Arthas jerked away from Frost Sorrow's lips, he still had a shred of sanity, and if he didn't, he might become the first prince ever to die in his bed in the kingdom of Lordaeron.

But that doesn't mean Alsace will stop this addictive behaviour – yes, addiction.

If Arthas had known that it would be like to do "shameful things" with Frost Sorrow......

No matter what morality/reason, no matter what age, Alsace will not have the slightest resistance at the beginning.

"The host ......"

Frost Sorrow opened her eyes in a daze, and there was a question in her big watery eyes - it wasn't just Arthas who was getting the ultimate joy, Frost Sorrow also had a sense of pleasure that was about to float.

"Little Frost ......"

Alsace was like Frost Sorrow before. Ride on top of her.

Looking condescendingly at Frost's sad body, Arthas felt even more fortunate and ......

A parched, as if a fire was burning, struck Arthas's throat, and he struggled to speak, and the words he had thought of turned into a low, beastly roar.

A stunning face that is 10,000 times more delicate than the High Elves, an elegant and slender neck like a swan, long black and silky hair, and a high/towering, plump/full breast/part like a mountain. and the two "peaks" at the top of the pink, unwilling to be lonely from the original depression into a protruding two-point bud......

Every part of Frost's sorrow's body made Arthas feel mad as far as the eye could see.

So...... And further down? Beneath that flat and smooth Hattori plain, behind his own body. What kind of charming scenery is between the two slender and sturdy thighs?

Alsace didn't know, but he wanted to see it.

So he spoke, his voice so hoarse that he felt terrible: "Xiaoshuang, I want to see ......"

"See what?"

Frost Sorrow asked, she couldn't leave Arthas for a moment. Even now, she couldn't help but use her hands to caress Arthas's tender cheeks.

There may be many men in this world who are ten thousand times more handsome than Arthas, but there is only one Alsace in the eyes and hearts of Frost's sorrow.

"I want to see your ...... Here......"

Arthas stretched out a finger and ran it along the tip of Frost Sorrow's delicate jaw, across her slender neck, between the two towering mountains, across the lower abdomen of the horse, over the umbilicus as small as a stamen, and then stopped in front of him, and gently hooked it.

Arthas had never imagined himself making such a light/provocative move, but at this moment, he had already forgotten everything else.

He was just an ordinary man—perhaps not ordinary in terms of age, size, and what he was about to do.

But Arthas is no different from men who want to be intimate with the woman they love, and their brains have long since lost the ability to think - except for the one we all know.

"Here?"

Frost Sorrow lifted her upper body slightly, and the two plump/full balls on her chest jumped with her slight movements, drawing a graceful arc in front of Arthas, making his eyes straighten and hesitate at the same time.

Isn't it...... Is it better to continue to linger on these two bounty / breasts for a while? Time...... And what's there, right?

"What's there to see here?"

Frost looked at her navel sadly and suspiciously, and the expression on her face was very cute.

"It's also very beautiful...... I'm referring to ......, though. Here's ......"

Arthas was attracted by Frost Sorrow's lovely expression, and like a flower/playboy, he approached Frost Sorrow's beautiful cheek, blew softly in her ear, and then said softly. (To be continued.) )