The lips slowly pressed together,

Pure and charming,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

That adorable look,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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

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

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

slowly...slowly...

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

ig,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

lips parted slightly,

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

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

Taste the wine in

Mammy's face flushed red,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,