Occasionally biting lightly,

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Pure and charming,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Then gently ched his teeth,

That adorable look,

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

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

slowly...slowly...

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Taste the wine in

lips parted slightly,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

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