Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

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

lips parted slightly,

slowly...slowly...

Mammy's face flushed red,

Pure and charming,

That adorable look,

Then gently ched his teeth,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Taste the wine in

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

Then slowly and deeply explore,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

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

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

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Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,