ig,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Pure and charming,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Taste the wine in

Mammy's face flushed red,

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,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Occasionally biting lightly,

lips parted slightly,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

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

Then gently ched his teeth,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

slowly...slowly...

The lips slowly pressed together,

That adorable look,

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,