Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The lips slowly pressed together,

ig,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Pure and charming,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

Taste the wine in

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

lips parted slightly,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

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

slowly...slowly...

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

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

That adorable look,

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

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

Mammy's face flushed red,

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

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,