Mammy's face flushed red,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

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

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Pure and charming,

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

lips parted slightly,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

ig,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

slowly...slowly...

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

That adorable look,

Taste the wine in