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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Mammy's face flushed red,

That adorable look,

Pure and charming,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Then gently ched his teeth,

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

lips parted slightly,

Taste the wine in

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

slowly...slowly...

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

ig,

Then slowly and deeply explore,