Then gently ched his teeth,

slowly...slowly...

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

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

ig,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Pure and charming,

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

Taste the wine in

That adorable look,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

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

Mammy's face flushed red,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

lips parted slightly,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.