The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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

slowly...slowly...

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

ig,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Then gently ched his teeth,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

That adorable look,

lips parted slightly,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Taste the wine in

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

Pure and charming,