Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The lips slowly pressed together,

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Mammy's face flushed red,

ig,

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

lips parted slightly,

Pure and charming,

Taste the wine in

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

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

That adorable look,

slowly...slowly...