Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Taste the wine in

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

Then gently ched his teeth,

lips parted slightly,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

slowly...slowly...

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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

Pure and charming,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

ig,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

That adorable look,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,