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

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Taste the wine in

lips parted slightly,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

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

Mammy's face flushed red,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

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

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

ig,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

That adorable look,

slowly...slowly...

Pure and charming,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,