My Frostmourne can't be so cute

This small room has all the facilities in it. It not only has a large comfortable bed, a desk and soft chair that can handle government affairs, but also a small living room and toilet.

As the prince of Lordaeron, Arthas would naturally not use that kind of communal lounge. He had his own separate room in this royal manor.

"Master, Xiaoshuang... don't want it! Just before that match, we didn't just..."

Seeing the big bed, the look of fear on Frostmourne's face became more obvious, and the tremor in the voice became more and more unconcealable.

"How can it be done? Did you eat dinner yesterday and stop eating today?"

Arthas said dissatisfiedly, and then proceeded to remove his armor.

"Xiaoshuang doesn't need to eat..."

While refuting Arthas's words in a low voice, Frostmourne helped Arthas to take off his armor.

"Xiaoshuang, you are still very good, honestly, can't you help it?"

Arthas, who removed his armor and left only a shirt, turned his head and hugged Frostmourne's soft body, then buried his head in her neck, sniffing the body of Frostmourne deeply. A faint fragrance, and asked with a smile.

"No...no, Xiaoshuang thinks that if Xiaoshuang is obedient, the master will let Xiaoshuang go, right?"

Frostmourne stammered while holding Arthas's body gently.

"Yes!"

Arthas lifted his head from Frostmourne's neck, then gave her a soft kiss on her delicate cheek.

"Really?"

Frostmourne was so excited that she almost shed tears—Sure enough, the master still loves Xiaoshuang!

"Of course it's fake, haha!"

Seeing Frostmourne's joyful expression frozen in a strange state because of his own words, Arthas laughed loudly, then hugged Frostmourne and walked towards the big picture in the room. bed.

"Woo...Master, you are lying..."

Frostmourne seemed to have resigned, she stopped resisting, but buried her head on Arthas's chest, put her arms around Arthas's neck, and said with a cry.

"But... I remember before the contest, Xiaoshuang said, "Don't don't"... But then... Look, Xiaoshuang, it's still wet here!"

Arthas placed Frostmourne gently on the bed, took off her little snow-white boots for her, then kicked off his shoes and fell down beside Frostmourne.

"Don't say, Master... so shy!"

Frostmourne couldn't help covering her cheeks, but the blush continued to spread to her neck, which was particularly evident in the light blue dress with a wide open neckline.

When Arthas saw Frostmourne like this, he even thought of teasing her.

Gently grabbing Frostmourne's hand and her cold fingertips, Arthas took Frostmourne's hand and slowly slid to the center of the bed sheet under him.

"Xiaoshuang, come and see, it's really wet here!"

Arthas said with a smile.

"Ok……"

Frostmourne hummed with a long tone, too shy to want to open his eyes.

Little Demon Sword certainly knows why the sheets here are getting wet, because just before Alsace and Taelan Fording's match, he and his master were here...

What happened at that time, Frostmourne was too embarrassed to think about it, but now, the master has to be with himself...

Just as Frostmourne's heart was in a mess, Arthas had already gently removed the blue dress from Little Demon Sword that had been like a day for ten years.

Of course, Frostmourne has its own magic to make clothes disappear.

But firstly, Arthas knew that she was more resistant to what she was about to do. Secondly... it was also a pleasure to take off Frostmourne's clothes in person.

When he took off the silky and thin fabric with his hands, and watched the smoother and snow-white icy skin unfolding in front of him, Alsace would always have an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

This woman belongs to her, only to herself.

"Master... don't..."

Frostmourne still closed his eyes tightly, and made vague resistance in his mouth, but at this moment, nothing could stop Arthas.

Even if his father is still waiting for him in the stands, even if there are many government affairs in Lordaeron's palace waiting for him to handle...

Even if he told Arthas that the Burning Legion had launched an attack on the world of Azeroth, Arthas didn't know if his brain could handle such a thing.

Because of Frostmourne, even if I have seen it countless times, I have personally felt it countless times. This perfect carcass shocked Alsace's soul, but it was the same as before.

Although on the racecourse, watching Frostmourne’s sorrowful smile, all Alsace thought in his heart was to immediately bring her to this bed/to do whatever he wanted, and even put his own foal on it." "Invincible" was thrown on the racecourse.

But now, Arthas changed his mind.

How can such a delicacy be swallowed?I didn't taste it carefully, but I'm sorry for the painstaking effort before Frostmourne!

I stretched out my fingers and gently caught Frostmourne and exposed it in the air. Even though the two groups were lying down, they were still plump/very incomparable at the top of the double/peak, those two blooming buds, Al Seth's fingers rubbed each other, feeling the familiar feeling.

Although I have played countless times before, these two little "cherries" are always in bud, and only when I let Frostmourne experience the joy at the top, they will completely protrude from the hiding place. Out, swell.

"Xiaoshuang, is this place bigger again?"

Arthas loosened the two "buds" that were still waiting to bloom, and grasped the plump/full/round/runny flesh/mound under the "buds".

Although his hands are very large, Frostmourne here seems to always be bigger than his own tiger's mouth.

"No...no..."

Frostmourne murmured in a low voice, her body twisted restlessly, and her two slender thighs were also tightly entangled.

"Xiaoshuang, I want to start?"

Arthas squeezed Frostmourne's sorrowful face with one hand, and the other hand was on her flat lower abdomen. The shallow navel was drawn in circles.(To be continued.)

Chapter 621: Life is unbearable...

Feeling the soft skin here, Alsace's hand went down again, gently stroking the fine fluff at the bottom of Frost's Sorrow's abdomen, and then said with a smile.

"Don't... Master, please... below, it's still swollen below..."

Frostmourne twisted his delicate body uneasily, moved his hands away from his cheeks, and tried to reach for Arthas's hands, trying to stop him from doing whatever he wanted on his body.

"Really?"

Arthas stopped his movements and looked at Frostmourne's little face suspiciously.