Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Then gently ched his teeth,

ig,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

That adorable look,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

slowly...slowly...

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

lips parted slightly,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Taste the wine in

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Mammy's face flushed red,

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

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

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

Pure and charming,