The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Makes the mammy's breath begin to disorder, dizzy forehead, panting,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Small drops of water oozing from the tip of the nose,

ig,

The lips slowly pressed together,

lips parted slightly,

Occasionally biting lightly,

That adorable look,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Lean couldn't help but bow his head to hold her lips,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Taste the wine in

From time to time he stretched out his fragrant too add food to his mother's lips,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Then slowly and deeply explore,

And then gently round the tip of Mammy's tongue,

The small tip of the tongue responded enthusiastically to Ryan's enta,

slowly...slowly...

Pure and charming,