The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Taste the wine in

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

ig,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Pure and charming,

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

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

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

slowly...slowly...

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

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

lips parted slightly,

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

Occasionally biting lightly,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Then gently ched his teeth,

That adorable look,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,