My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"How could it... I can't get in later."

Arthas shook his head and said, the strong and powerful psoas slightly scaled, and the fiery end also rhythmically tapped at the entrance of Frostmourne Flower/Stream——Little/Rabbit/Zi/Good/Good , Open the door!

"It can! It can!"

Frostmourne was afraid of pain, and said quickly to please his master.

"Well... Then Xiaoshuang, turn around..."

Arthas reluctantly accepted the conditions of the Little Demon Sword. He let go of Frostmourne's body and watched her hurriedly jump away from him, then turned around quickly, bent down and arched. She turned her head back and smiled at Arthas flatly.

The young Prince Lordaeron got up with a reluctant look, knelt behind Frostmourne, and looked at the "third hole" where Little Demon Sword had always responded with great hope.

Like a blooming wild steel flower, the small lines are distributed near the deep hole, and the shallow pink folds tremble slightly with Frostmourne's breath.

Arthas knew that Frostmourne didn't need to eat, which also meant that Little Demon Sword's place was very clean; he wouldn't be disgusted by this problem, but...

Arthas lowered his head and glanced at his fiery front end, then glanced at the tiny hole-he even thought he couldn't even put a finger in it.

"Let's do it normally, Xiaoshuang! You can't get in here."

Arthas shook his head, then said to Frostmourne.

"No...impossible! I must be able to get in!"

Frostmourne quickly turned around and said firmly in Alsace's surprised gaze, and then the jade hand lightly relaxed, caught Alsace's vacillating firmness/strength, leaned forward and took it into his own mouth.

"Well……"

Arthas's body slowly swayed with the movements of Frostmourne subconsciously; since he returned from Zuaman, Frostmourne has become more and more proficient in this way.

"Chuck chuck~"

The sound of swallowing saliva constantly sounded from the mouth of the little magic sword, but even so, there were large stocks of fragrant and cool body fluid flowing on Alsace’s high head, even the meat/bag below. Both ellipsoids were soaked wet.

Since being transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas has always had a problem-he doesn't seem to have a beard anymore.

When Arthas took this question to ask the Red Dragon Queen, he got a dismissive answer—"For a giant dragon, you are still an egg! How can you grow a beard?"

Arthas certainly didn't think he was a dragon egg, but he later discovered that not having a beard had some other advantages.

In addition to eliminating the trouble of shaving every day, since there is no beard, there are naturally very few hairs in other parts of the body. Frostmourne will not be stimulated by the fine hair tips when doing such a swallowing action on itself. Nostrils and eyes are gone.

"Well……"

Frostmourne slowly raised her head, and the thick and hot ben slipped out of her mouth little by little; because Arthas's baby was too big, and Frostmourne’s cherry lips were too narrow. The reason for this is that when the two were completely separated, there was still a "wave" sound, as if the cork had been pulled out of the wine barrel.

Little Demon Sword let out a groan/groan, then wiped his mouth, broke off the silver thread that was involved, and nodded in satisfaction as he watched the bend that was shining brightly with his saliva.

"That's it, it's so wet, it's easy to get in!"

Frostmourne said to Arthas in a very serious way-since the last time he came back from Zuaman, Little Demon Sword has become an expert in this area; unlike Arthas, who can only rush and stupid, Frostmourne is There are endless and strange patterns.

For example, she often came up with various postures that made Alsace dumbfounded when she was dating Alsace. Some postures, even Alsace, who has excellent physical fitness, were a little strenuous to complete.

This also contributed to Alsace’s desires and hopes to expand. In the end, in the bathroom, on the balcony, and even in the garden at midnight, no one asked about the corner of Lordaeron’s palace, as well as the rest on the side of the martial arts field. Room, left traces of his indulgence/goodness with Frostmourne.

Encouraged by Little Demon Sword, Arthas pressed her smooth back with one hand, while holding his fiery heart with the other hand, he aimed at the two parts of Little Demon Sword's full/full buttocks/flesh. The small round hole in between was drilled in forcefully.

"Yeah!"

Frostmourne let out a scream, her hands firmly grasped the bed sheet under her body, a tearing pain came from behind, she felt as if she was about to be split in half.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshuang?"

Arthas stopped his movements quickly, and asked with concern-it's just that his posture was a bit awkward now, and the top half of his heart was stuck in the opening of the small hole. He didn't enter or retreat.

"it hurts!"

Frostmourne turned his head and said tearfully.

"Then... Then I'll quit right away..."

Arthas was also a little panicked, and quickly retreated.

"No! It's not easy to try it once! I can't waste this opportunity! It is said that the first time it hurts, Xiaoshuang Shinobi will be fine!"

Frostmourne disagreed. She made up her mind to use the three holes in her body to deal with Alsace’s bull-like body, and she would never give other women any opportunities; now is the critical time, although It hurts, but Little Demon Sword doesn't plan to retreat.

"Then... I'll squeeze inside?"

Arthas had to use the word "squeeze"-because he felt that his lower body was indeed squeezed, as if he still had an attractive force, and wanted to drag himself into that small hole.

"No...no! It hurts! First... stay like this for a while!"

Although Frostmourne made up his mind, he was still a little afraid of pain, so he begged Arthas weakly.

"Alright alright……"

Arthas raised his hands helplessly, and connected his fiery top with the hole hidden in Frostmourne Alice/hips, helplessly waiting for the little magic sword to recover from her body. Ability to relieve this pain.

...

"Why... Master, did you move a little bit?"

It took a while before Frostmourne turned her head back again; the tears in her eyes had already flickered, and facing Arthas's inquiring gaze, Little Demon Sword said this timidly.(To be continued.)

792 Beat me!

"Ok……"

Arthas nodded, then put his hands on the moon/buttocks of the small magic sword round/round/straight/upwardly, while pulling her body backwards, while pushing/moving the waist forward with difficulty.

Arthas could feel the strangeness of Frostmourne's body—perhaps it was still painful, and as he continued to push forward, the body of Little Demon Sword shuddered slightly.

This tremor even spread to the hole being attacked by Arthas. He only felt that his lower body/body was bitten by something, and he could no longer advance for half a minute.

"Master...hurry up, hit Xiaoshuang!"

Frostmourne turned around, gritted his teeth and said to Arthas.

"Huh? What?"

Arthas asked in surprise—what happened to Xiaoshuang?Why did you hit her suddenly?

"Originally... when I did this, Xiaoshuang had to be very relaxed, very relaxed, so that the owner could get in... But now Xiaoshuang is so nervous, so he clamped the owner... Master, you are going to beat Xiaoshuang. Fart/share, you can get in with two blows!"

Frostmourne said loudly, as if he knew what Arthas was wondering.