My Frostmourne can't be so cute

It wasn't until his head became dizzy that Ma Long let go of Altea's lips; the girl's body was already soft as a puddle of red mud, she leaned weakly on Ma Long's chest, breathing instinctively. At the same time, he had already forgotten his plan to leave earlier.

"Altea..."

Ma Long's voice was already a little hoarse, and the girl's pure body fluid could not relieve the burning fire in his body.He wants more.

Gently put the somewhat confused Altea on his bed, and Malone quickly helped the girl to remove the small pair of brown cloth shoes.

Altea was still a little dizzy, but instinctively arched his white, delicate feet; this small gesture attracted Malone’s attention, and he couldn’t help lowering his head to Altea’s feet. Look.

In the dim candlelight.Ma Long couldn't see the true face of the soles of his feet; however, it was this looming visual effect that made him even more fascinated-if there were bright lights, the silky satin-like insteps would be neat and beautiful. The beautiful, white jade-like show toes depend on each other in turn, the curved soles and arches of the feet.And the light blue blood vessels that can be broken under the fair skin...

Clothes can block a man’s gaze, but he can never stop a man’s imagination of the beautiful carcass under that shirt; Ma Long doesn’t know if he has some kind of weird sex / addiction, but a fragrant/beautiful breath is gradually in him and Altea Spread between.

Removing his boots, Ma Long leaned gently beside Altea-he didn't press on the girl in a hurry. On the one hand, he was worried about disturbing the beautiful woman, and on the other hand... the nephrite Wenxiang was on his side. The night is long, and there is no rush.

"Ma Long...we...how...lie...lie down?"

Althea recovered from the dazed state, first licked her lips pretentiously, and then asked with confusion.

"because……"

Ma Long couldn't say anything anymore-the girl's tongue curled slightly.The appearance of brushing his red lips was too tempting. His thousands of words were turned into actions, and once again he kissed Altea, who had not fully awakened from the last kiss.

This time, Malone not only sealed Altea’s mouth, but also didn’t have his hands idle; he was almost self-explanatory, and Malone’s fingers easily opened the hem of Altea’s shirt, following the not too loose gap. I got in and climbed hard towards the holy/female/peak of the target.

Altea had never experienced such a battle before, but her unrelenting kiss had already made her unbearable, not to mention Ma Long's big hands wriggling under her clothes.

The girl's skin began to ooze slightly with fragrant sweat.The two slender legs twisted uncomfortably, seeming to want to entangle themselves.

Loosing Altea's already somewhat swollen pink lips, Ma Long looked at the girl with blurred eyes and felt that it was time to "pick peaches".

Actions that have been practiced countless times in the imagination can be called full marks.Ma Long dexterously turned over and came to Altea's body, but carefully noticed that he did not press down on the delicate girl.

"Ma Long...what's wrong with me..."

Altea didn't understand what Malone wanted to do. She just felt that she was a little hot, and she felt a little itchy and spicy on her lips, and she wanted to drink water.

"Do/love to do..."

Ma Long said this sentence, and was quickly defeated by his shamelessness.He calmed down quickly, closed his mouth, and concentrated on studying how to take off the man's shirt and the linen trousers that covered Altea.

The candlelight was dim, and the work of unbuttoning was not easy; while Ma Long was struggling for the third button, which was not very bright, he heard a slight noise.

"Crack!"

The soft sound of the door opening disturbed the silence of the night and upset Ma Long's plan; he blankly raised his head and looked at the door of his room-could it be that Vera woke up?

Fortunately, it was not Vera who stood at the door-if it were the cook, she would have known that she was talking to Altea, or what she wanted to do to Altea; in that case...Malone I really don't know how to get along with Vera in the future.

But the situation facing Malone and Altea is no better than being discovered by Vera, because the two still have a little trouble to deal with.

With a few soft sounds of "puff puff", Maria ran to Malone's bed quickly, climbed onto his bed skillfully, and then reached out and poked Malone's waist.

"Ma Long, I can't sleep, you come to tell me a story!... Hey, strange, why don't you lie down to sleep, Ma Long?... Huh? Sister Altea, why are you here?"

The expression on Maria's face changed from pleasing to surprise, from surprise to confusion. Things developed too fast, and poor Maria felt that her head was not enough, and her voice was unconscious. The land is much bigger.

It’s coming soon, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelopes list. By May 15th, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and add promotional works.One piece is also love, it must be better!(To be continued.)

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"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh for for that for Maria...your sister Altea...by the way, your sister Altea, just like you, came to listen to my story!"

In a hurry, Malone stretched out a finger against Maria's lips, and then made up a lie to fool the child at a speed faster than lightning.

——If Anduin Lothar knew that his nephew had used his wits in such a place, I wonder if he would come from the far north to shoot a horse and stab this insulting Lothar family with a sword. /Ghost?

...

"Ahem...Snow White...this..."

Ma Long put his pillow behind him, leaning his back against the bed, and while absent-mindedly telling the story of Snow White, he kept aiming at his big bulge that was hidden under the quilt with his eyes.

Not long ago, Malone was excitedly pressing Altea, who was willing to ask for it, under her body, preparing to end her virgin/male life for months after she came to the world of Azeroth, but little Lolita Maria Follow your usual habit-when you can't sleep, come to Ma Long to tell her a story.

Now Maria lay contentedly in Altea's arms, taking the tall twin/peaks under Altea's sister's shirts as the most comfortable pillow, and did not have the consciousness of disturbing Ma Long's good deeds by herself.

Altea hugged Maria from behind, and listened to Malone's story with a serious look-the talent of the Grimm brothers is beyond doubt, even though Altea has been out of childhood for many years, the story of Malone still deeply attracted her. .

In fact, Altea didn’t know what Ma Long had just done to herself — she had been without the care of her mother since she was a child, and she had been living a monk life with her father. Ma Long was her first love, so she had nothing to do with men and women. To understanding.

Except for knowing that kissing will make him dizzy, and that Ma Long's hands will make him feel itchy when he fumbles on his stomach, Altea hasn't had time to try deeper content.

In extreme unwillingness.Ma Long talked about Snow White's poor life experience until...

"Marlon... Maria fell asleep..."

Altea said to Malone in a very low voice.

"Really? Then... put her down, Altea, keep holding Maria. You are tired too!"

Malone stopped telling the story quickly and whispered to Altea.

"A bit... hee hee!"

Altea smiled mischievously, sticking out her tongue, then carefully placed Maria between herself and Malone, and placed the pillow under the little girl's head.Stroking her soft and naive hair gently.

"Altea..."

Ma Long looked at this situation and suddenly he blurted out a word.

"what?"

Altea raised her head, tucked a trace of her hair behind her ears, and looked at Malone with curiosity.

"In the future...you will be a good mother, you must..."

I don't know why, Ma Long was thinking about this, and then he said it seriously.

"Yes...Is it? I...I really like a kid like Maria...and...Malone, you...you'll be a good father too..."

After hearing Malone's words, Altea's face flushed; after a few flustered mutters, she raised her head again and looked at each other bravely.A little shy, but he said firmly.

"Ahem... Maybe..."

Malone was embarrassed by Altea's words-he hadn't considered raising a child... But if it was with Altea... Whether it was a boy or a girl, they would be like their mother. Be pretty!