Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Mammy's face flushed red,

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Occasionally biting lightly,

ig,

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,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Taste the wine in

That adorable look,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

lips parted slightly,

slowly...slowly...

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

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

Pure and charming,

Then gently ched his teeth,