Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

Pure and charming,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

slowly...slowly...

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Occasionally biting lightly,

ig,

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

Taste the wine in

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

lips parted slightly,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

That adorable look,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,