slowly...slowly...

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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,

Then gently ched his teeth,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

ig,

Pure and charming,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

That adorable look,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

Taste the wine in

lips parted slightly,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Mammy's face flushed red,

The lips slowly pressed together,