"Leave the details alone, master!"

Frost Sorrow waved his hand, motioning for Arthas to stop thinking about these little things, and then gently lowered his body and lay on Arthas's lap, his hands already daring to untie Arthas's pants.

"Frost, you ......"

Arthas snorted as Frost Grief unbuttoned his pants and then pushed him down on the bed/and forcibly ripped off his pants.

For Arthas, it had been six years since Frost Sorrow had taken the initiative to make out with him; Since the Red Dragon Queen's transformation of her body first took shape, the little magic sword was terrified every time she mentioned making love to herself.

"Hah!"

There was an incomprehensible snort from Frostmourn's wound, and Arthas propped himself up, finding that the little magic sword was staring at his crotch that was already on fire/heat/hard/hard.

"Hee-hee...... Master, from today onwards, you don't have to endure so hard...... If it's a small frost with three holes, it will definitely satisfy the host your ......."

Frost Sorrow muttered as she lowered her body and caressed Arthas's vital point with her hands.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas let out a comfortable groan as he propped one hand behind him, the other caressing Frost Sorrow's body.

Feeling the affection/lust of her master, Frost Sorrow cooperated and faded away the only blue dress on her body, and her flawless body was suddenly revealed in front of Arthas.

Even though he had seen it countless times, Alsace was still overwhelmed by the beauty of frost sorrow; Sometimes, he really couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman could belong to him, and ...... Also bury your head in your crotch / room, do ...... Something like that.

As in the carriage on the Arathi Heights, Frost Sorrow hung her head, letting her jet-black hair cover her delicate cheeks and brushing them behind her ears.

For it had taken a great deal of Frost Sorrow to catch the fiery Flame of Alsace with both hands, and to press down its great end, so that his tongue could do it.

This is not a simple matter, although the strength of Frost Sorrow is great, but this thing is not an ordinary stick, it is the treasure of Frost Sorrow, and the little magic sword is reluctant to break even a little bit.

Gently spit out the tip of the pink tongue,

Frost Sorrow began to lick the clear spring at the top of his head; With a slight tremor in Arthas's body, a trace of milky/white mucus flowed out of the clear spring, and was swept into his mouth by the light spirit tongue of the little magic sword.

"Hmm......"

Frostmourn flexed her legs, her round buttocks lifted high, and she struggled to lower her upper body, letting Arthas's hands continue to play tricks on her plump twin peaks, slowly but surely sending her master's fiery babe into her mouth.

"Oh......"

Arthas let out a groan, his thick palm tightening, and he held the bosom on Frostmourn's side in his hand.

As if it was a plump/full water bag filled with Gyokuro elixir, the white and delicate milk/flesh of Frost's sorrow overflowed slightly along Arthas's fingers, but it still maintained its round appearance, which shows that this pair of plump/breasts are full of elasticity.

Arthas's palms couldn't help but rub slightly, he had to do something to share the intense feeling of comfort that hit his spine and his mind from his lower body.

"Woo ......"

Frostmourn let out a whimper of unknown meaning, Arthas is not the little boy in the carriage on the Arathi Heights six years ago, he has been transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, he can be said to be the strongest existence among humans, and even mortals.

Even something between the legs is the same.

Compared to the beginning, Frost Sorrow is no longer so easy to use his small lips to hold the master's fiery forehead; After just a few swallows, Frost Sorrow felt a swelling soreness in his cheeks.

The pink lips were rounded by the huge column, and for the reason that they could not be closed, a cool, mysteriously fragrant liquid flowed down the corners of Frost's sad mouth, dripping on Arthas's body—no longer a hairless barren place than it had been six years ago—and it had become weedy—and dripped on the sheets under the two men, gradually wetting a large piece.

Arthas always suspected that Frost's sad saliva had a kind of "aphrodisiac" effect, and in fact, it was exactly that, in the painstaking swallowing of the little magic sword, Arthas's lower body became thicker/stronger and hotter.

What bothers Frost Sorrow the most is not the thickness, but the length; In order to prevent the massive tip from pressing on his delicate throat, the little magic sword had to wrap his hands around the bottom of Arthas's, so as to control that the part of it entering his mouth would not be too long.

Even so, Frost Grief is starting to get a little dizzy - things are going a little differently from Little Magic Sword's original plan, as if the "surprise" has not yet begun, and he is about to be defeated first.

"Wow!"

Frost's sorrow finally spat Arthas's fiery out of her mouth, and she wiped the silver threads from the corners of her mouth with her own hands, and looked at the hateful "fellow" who was still holding her head high and provoking her.

"Xiaoshuang, forget it, you won't be able to bear it if you go on like this......"

Arthas embarrassedly withdrew his hand from Frost Sorrow's round chest, and although he hadn't touched it enough, he persuaded the little devil to kendo.

Arthas, of course, knew that his body was in trouble, and even Frost Sorrow was difficult to vent in his normal position.

Little Magic Sword's lips and tongue are naturally soft and comfortable, but she wants to rely on her half-baked skills and half-understood skills learned from soul memories to make Arthas's "little brother" soften......

After six years of multiple attempts, this is simply impossible.

"No, master, Xiaoshuang must do it!"

Frostmourn snorted unconvinced, then lunged at Arthas again, letting his master moan comfortably once more.

Although he didn't have much hope at first, this time, Arthas clearly sensed the difference in Frost's sorrow.

Whether it's the frequency with which the tip of the tongue touches and licks at the end of the fiery uplift, or the amplitude of the head of the mantis that is obscured by the jet-black hair, or the stroking of the flesh/bag and the pellets under the boneless little hands under his bone, it is a unique experience that Alsace has never experienced before. (To be continued.) )

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"Leave the details alone, master!"

Frost Sorrow waved his hand, motioning for Arthas to stop thinking about these little things, and then gently lowered his body and lay on Arthas's lap, his hands already daring to untie Arthas's pants.

"Frost, you ......"

Arthas snorted as Frost Grief unbuttoned his pants and then pushed him down on the bed/and forcibly ripped off his pants.

For Arthas, it had been six years since Frost Sorrow had taken the initiative to make out with him; Since the Red Dragon Queen's transformation of her body first took shape, the little magic sword was terrified every time she mentioned making love to herself.

"Hah!"

There was an incomprehensible snort from Frostmourn's wound, and Arthas propped himself up, finding that the little magic sword was staring at his crotch that was already on fire/heat/hard/hard.

"Hee-hee...... Master, from today onwards, you don't have to endure so hard...... If it's a small frost with three holes, it will definitely satisfy the host your ......."

Frost Sorrow muttered as she lowered her body and caressed Arthas's vital point with her hands.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas let out a comfortable groan as he propped one hand behind him, the other caressing Frost Sorrow's body.

Feeling the affection/lust of her master, Frost Sorrow cooperated and faded away the only blue dress on her body, and her flawless body was suddenly revealed in front of Arthas.

Even though he had seen it countless times, Alsace was still overwhelmed by the beauty of frost sorrow; Sometimes, he really couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman could belong to him, and ...... Also bury your head in your crotch / room, do ...... Something like that.

As in the carriage on the Arathi Heights, Frost Sorrow hung her head, letting her jet-black hair cover her delicate cheeks and brushing them behind her ears.

For it had taken a great deal of Frost Sorrow to catch the fiery Flame of Alsace with both hands, and to press down its great end, so that his tongue could do it.

This is not a simple matter, although the strength of Frost Sorrow is great, but this thing is not an ordinary stick, it is the treasure of Frost Sorrow, and the little magic sword is reluctant to break even a little bit.

Gently spit out the tip of the pink tongue,

Frost Sorrow began to lick the clear spring at the top of his head; With a slight tremor in Arthas's body, a trace of milky/white mucus flowed out of the clear spring, and was swept into his mouth by the light spirit tongue of the little magic sword.

"Hmm......"

Frostmourn flexed her legs, her round buttocks lifted high, and she struggled to lower her upper body, letting Arthas's hands continue to play tricks on her plump twin peaks, slowly but surely sending her master's fiery babe into her mouth.

"Oh......"

Arthas let out a groan, his thick palm tightening, and he held the bosom on Frostmourn's side in his hand.

As if it was a plump/full water bag filled with Gyokuro elixir, the white and delicate milk/flesh of Frost's sorrow overflowed slightly along Arthas's fingers, but it still maintained its round appearance, which shows that this pair of plump/breasts are full of elasticity.

Arthas's palms couldn't help but rub slightly, he had to do something to share the intense feeling of comfort that hit his spine and his mind from his lower body.

"Woo ......"

Frostmourn let out a whimper of unknown meaning, Arthas is not the little boy in the carriage on the Arathi Heights six years ago, he has been transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, he can be said to be the strongest existence among humans, and even mortals.

Even something between the legs is the same.

Compared to the beginning, Frost Sorrow is no longer so easy to use his small lips to hold the master's fiery forehead; After just a few swallows, Frost Sorrow felt a swelling soreness in his cheeks.

The pink lips were rounded by the huge column, and for the reason that they could not be closed, a cool, mysteriously fragrant liquid flowed down the corners of Frost's sad mouth, dripping on Arthas's body—no longer a hairless barren place than it had been six years ago—and it had become weedy—and dripped on the sheets under the two men, gradually wetting a large piece.

Arthas always suspected that Frost's sad saliva had a kind of "aphrodisiac" effect, and in fact, it was exactly that, in the painstaking swallowing of the little magic sword, Arthas's lower body became thicker/stronger and hotter.

What bothers Frost Sorrow the most is not the thickness, but the length; In order to prevent the massive tip from pressing on his delicate throat, the little magic sword had to wrap his hands around the bottom of Arthas's, so as to control that the part of it entering his mouth would not be too long.

Even so, Frost Grief is starting to get a little dizzy - things are going a little differently from Little Magic Sword's original plan, as if the "surprise" has not yet begun, and he is about to be defeated first.

"Wow!"

Frost's sorrow finally spat Arthas's fiery out of her mouth, and she wiped the silver threads from the corners of her mouth with her own hands, and looked at the hateful "fellow" who was still holding her head high and provoking her.

"Xiaoshuang, forget it, you won't be able to bear it if you go on like this......"

Arthas embarrassedly withdrew his hand from Frost Sorrow's round chest, and although he hadn't touched it enough, he persuaded the little devil to kendo.

Arthas, of course, knew that his body was in trouble, and even Frost Sorrow was difficult to vent in his normal position.

Little Magic Sword's lips and tongue are naturally soft and comfortable, but she wants to rely on her half-baked skills and half-understood skills learned from soul memories to make Arthas's "little brother" soften......

After six years of multiple attempts, this is simply impossible.

"No, master, Xiaoshuang must do it!"

Frostmourn snorted unconvinced, then lunged at Arthas again, letting his master moan comfortably once more.

Although he didn't have much hope at first, this time, Arthas clearly sensed the difference in Frost's sorrow.

Whether it's the frequency with which the tip of the tongue touches and licks at the end of the fiery uplift, or the amplitude of the head of the mantis that is obscured by the jet-black hair, or the stroking of the flesh/bag and the pellets under the boneless little hands under his bone, it is a unique experience that Alsace has never experienced before. (To be continued.) )

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