Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

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

lips parted slightly,

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

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

Taste the wine in

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

ig,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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,

Mammy's face flushed red,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

slowly...slowly...

Pure and charming,

Then gently ched his teeth,

That adorable look,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,