Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

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

ig,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

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

That adorable look,

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

The lips slowly pressed together,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Taste the wine in

Mammy's face flushed red,

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

Pure and charming,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

slowly...slowly...

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

lips parted slightly,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,