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

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

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

ig,

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Then gently ched his teeth,

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

Then slowly and deeply explore,

That adorable look,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The lips slowly pressed together,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

lips parted slightly,

Taste the wine in

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Pure and charming,

slowly...slowly...

Occasionally biting lightly,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Mammy's face flushed red,