My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas pressed Frostmourne under his body dissatisfiedly, and then skillfully took off the light blue floral dress on Little Demon Sword-saying that it might be inappropriate to take it off, but Arthas just went down. The top skirt faded all the way to Frostmourne's chest, just enough to cover the pink/nipples/heads at the top of the two plump/full/milk/flesh.

Frostmourne squeezed the clapboard at the end of the bed with both hands, but was completely powerless to stop what Alsace had done to her; the small magic sword's large slippery white back skin was exposed to the air, but it attracted Alsa even more. Si's, still her perfect, like a peeled peach, the moon/buttock.

The white buttocks/flesh was split into two by a gully, and because Frostmourne was still struggling, it trembled tremblingly in front of Arthas.

An inexplicable emotion began to spread in Alsace's heart. He raised his slap high and slapped Little Demon Sword's fart/strand gently.

"Ah! Why did the master hit Xiaoshuang in the ass!"

Frostmourne lay on the partition at the end of the bed, turned his head and said aggrievedly to Arthas.

"Because Xiaoshuang, if you don't obey, you will be punished if you don't obey!"

Arthas said frankly, and then gently pressed Frostmourne's lower back with one hand, causing the slender and soft, as if no bones to support the silky back to sink slightly, highlighting the little magic sword. /Round/Hip/Pieces/Alice, and then used the other hand to skillfully pull away his loose pajamas, revealing the already unbearable heat inside.

"Master, don't... Yeah!"

Frostmourne and Arthas were already old couples and old wives. Hearing the sound of Xi Xisuo Suo's clothes rubbing, of course he knew what terrible things the owner had released from his pants.

Little Demon Sword originally planned to ask for mercy, but he didn’t expect to say half of his words. An extremely hard and fiery cylindrical object pierced into the cavity/dao where Frostmourne was still a little red and swollen. The rest of her words were stuck in her throat, replaced by a high-pitched, painful moan/groan.(To be continued.)

870 Frostmourne wets the bed?

"Blap" and "Blap", two soft sounds, not only in Alsace's bedroom, but also in the corridor outside the bedroom, you can clearly hear them.

The first sound was the sound of Alsace’s hip/bone hitting Frostmourne’s plump/full buttocks/head, and the second sound...It was the little magic sword that hung down after being hit by itself. The sound of two heavy breasts/rooms under the body hitting the bed.

"Woo... The master is a bad guy... I said no more..."

Frostmourne moaned/groaned softly while accusing Arthas of his "violence."

But Arthas didn't care about Little Demon Sword's words, his hands stroked back and forth on Frostmourne's perfect body, from the little Demon Sword's erect/standing breasts/tips to her plump/full buttocks/parts. And a smooth lower abdomen-only then did Arthas understand what it means to put it down.

Not to mention the more extreme pleasure/sensation from my bottom/body—even though six years have passed, the tightness/firmness and smoothness/slippage that Frostmourne’s body brought to Alsace has never been Not a bit weakened.

This is also the reason why Arthas loves to be single-minded-he is surrounded by beautiful women of all kinds of styles-the high elves have always been known for their flawless looks, not to mention the three windrunner sisters are also among the best; Jaina is Arthas Si’s first love in the original time flow still feels unforgettable; the gentle and charming little maid, Taresa, has lived in the palace of Lordaeron for many years, and her once slightly wheaten skin has long been milky white and faded. The faintly freckled face made those noble children eager; Commodore Anne Bonn, her hot figure, even the self-proclaimed perfect Frostmourne was a bit jealous-even the red dragon who had a bad brain. The queen, looking at her appearance alone, is also a beautiful woman who is not defeated by Little Demon Sword.

It was not that Arthas didn't know that Vereesa and Jaina were in love with him, nor did he fail to see the look in Anne Bonn's eyebrows when he was peeking at him - but he was very satisfied with the situation - He already had Frostmourne. Whether it was Little Demon Sword's attachment to him or her body, Arthas was extremely fascinated. He had never thought about what would happen to other women.

But Alsace’s deep affection can be bitter Frostmourne-the emotional singularity naturally makes Little Demon Sword have to face the owner's sex/desire that always exists all the time-such as now, The Frostmourne that had been tart/cut down by Alsace for several nights was really unbearable.

In front of Alsace's hard and fiery ben, Frostmourne always loses quickly, and this time is no exception-Arthas only started to shrug/move his waist not long, Frostmourne supported The hands of her body are already weakly leaning on the bed, her pink lips are slightly open, and they move in and out, her dark black eyes become blurred, and large swaths of peach/color crimson appear on her white. On the skin-orgasm / tide, it's almost here.

Although Frostmourne is always a little bit resistant to the interaction with the owner, even though she just said that she is painful underneath, but at the same time as the tingling, the tingling and slightly itchy feeling makes the little devil Sword couldn't help reacting to the master's shock.

Although his hands and feet were a little sore and weak, Frostmourne's weak and boneless waist slowly swayed with the frequency of Arthas's movement.

"Hmm... slow down..."

While making a faint begging for mercy, Frostmourne involuntarily swayed his body back and forth--this kind of action allowed Arthas's fiery and hard bend to go deeper. The Little Demon Sword had a kind of even his stomach The feeling of being penetrated.

Finally, as Frostmourne forced his legs apart and sent his plump hips back fiercely-Arthas was able to enter the small magic sword as he twitched/twitched. With unprecedented depth, he felt as if something had jammed the end of his lower body-what was it?

The feeling of oppression from all directions made Arthas feel as if his lower body/body had gone deep into a quagmire, and it was very difficult to move; and Frostmourne's body began to spasm slightly, and there was no trace of her. The slender waist of the cellulite trembled slightly. If you switch the angle of view to the bottom, you can see her smooth lower abdomen. I don't know when a round bulge appeared-what is going on?

"Yeah!"

A weak moan/groan came from Frostmourne’s throat, and a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere filled the entire bedroom; Little Demon Sword's hands tightly grasped the bed board in front of him, and two slight cracking sounds sounded— -The mahogany bed can't bear the strength that can rival the dragon, and a few fingerprints have been caught. If it wasn't for Frostmourne for fear of hurting its owner, and deliberately controlling the strength, the entire bed may have been Scratched.

"Xiaoshuang... you are so strange today!"

Arthas stopped his movements, gently stroking Frostmourne's back, a little teasing, but also a bit really puzzled-usually, no matter how hard he "worked", Little Demon Sword would not Will there be such a reaction?what is it today?

"Woo, don't say it... so embarrassing..."

Frostmourne felt very embarrassed. She moved her body and wanted to stay away from Alsace, but failed to do so. She could only continue to hang on Alsace's still strong bend.

"How can I be ashamed, Xiaoshuang is my fiancee, isn't doing such a thing... Huh? What is this?"

Arthas thought that Frostmourne was the shame of having sex with himself, but he soon discovered that it wasn't the case at all—because he felt some cold liquid drip from his legs.

Arthas stretched out his hand and wiped the place where his body was tightly connected to Frostmourne's plump/full buttocks, then put it in front of him and looked at it, feeling even more puzzled—he touched his wet hand. He didn't know something, it was sticky, and he leaned forward and smelled it, as if it still had an inexplicable scent-the same smell as the sweet body fluid secreted from Frostmourne's wound when he kissed.

When he noticed this, Arthas realized that his lower body connected with Frostmourne seemed to be flooded-I don't know when, his pajamas and the sheets under him have been moistened. / Wet a large piece, and the source of these sweet liquids...

"Woo...Master, Xiaoshuang seems to be peeing..."

Frostmourne lay on the bed, turned his head, and said to Arthas blushingly.(To be continued.)

871 Taresa Peeping Was Found!

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not like that at all..."

Arthas wiped his hand on Frostmourne's little fart/stretch, and the slippery body fluid made the already delicate skin even more useless.

"Isn't it?"

Frostmourne blinked, and asked pitifully—Although he was strong and had a husband and wife relationship with Arthas for a long time, the Little Demon Sword was no different from a child in some aspects—she always thought I didn't need to pee. I didn't expect that this time I didn't know why, but there was a lot of liquid flowing out of the hole below, making the owner's bed wet.

"Well, no."

Arthas nodded and said-although he didn't understand what Frostmourne was all about this time, it was definitely not urine.

(Is it tide/blow? It’s tide/blow! Damn it!)

"Then Xiaoshuang can rest assured...whoo..."

Frostmourne suddenly became a lot happier, and she showed a silly smile to Arthas-seeing the cute look of Little Demon Sword's relief, Arthas felt that he couldn't help it again.

"Ah! It's bigger again! Master!"

Frostmourne quickly felt the change in Arthas's body, and she exclaimed and struggled again.

"Don't mess around, be good..."

Arthas did not pull his fiery benign from Frostmourne's body, but like a reel, turned the little magic sword over out of thin air and put it on his bed.

"Yeah! The fart/shock is wet, so uncomfortable!"

Frostmourne protested to Arthas.

"You did it, Xiaoshuang, too..."

Arthas murmured, and then he held Frostmourne's waist and pulled her toward him.

"Well……"

Frostmourne involuntarily separated his legs under the pull of Arthas. The hips/bones of the two people were tightly attached, and the fiery heart that was hidden in it was pushed deeply into it again. Frostmourne's body.