Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

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

That adorable look,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Pure and charming,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Taste the wine in

lips parted slightly,

slowly...slowly...

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,