Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

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

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

slowly...slowly...

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

That adorable look,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

lips parted slightly,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Mammy's face flushed red,

ig,

Taste the wine in

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Pure and charming,