That adorable look,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

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

Then gently ched his teeth,

slowly...slowly...

The lips slowly pressed together,

Pure and charming,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

lips parted slightly,

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

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

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

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

ig,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Taste the wine in

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,