The lips slowly pressed together,

lips parted slightly,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

ig,

slowly...slowly...

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

Pure and charming,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

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

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,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Taste the wine in

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

That adorable look,

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

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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