The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

lips parted slightly,

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

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

slowly...slowly...

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Pure and charming,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

Taste the wine in

ig,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

That adorable look,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,