Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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,

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

Mammy's face flushed red,

lips parted slightly,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

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

slowly...slowly...

Pure and charming,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

ig,

That adorable look,

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

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Taste the wine in

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Occasionally biting lightly,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,