Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

lips parted slightly,

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

Mammy's face flushed red,

That adorable look,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

ig,

slowly...slowly...

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

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

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Taste the wine in

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Pure and charming,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,