Occasionally biting lightly,

slowly...slowly...

Mammy's face flushed red,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Taste the wine in

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

lips parted slightly,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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

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

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

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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,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

That adorable look,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Pure and charming,

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