Mammy's face flushed red,

slowly...slowly...

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Pure and charming,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

lips parted slightly,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

That adorable look,

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

ig,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Taste the wine in