The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The lips slowly pressed together,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

Then gently ched his teeth,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

lips parted slightly,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

That adorable look,

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

slowly...slowly...

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Taste the wine in

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Pure and charming,

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

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

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

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