Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Pure and charming,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Taste the wine in

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

slowly...slowly...

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Mammy's face flushed red,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

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

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

ig,

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

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

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Occasionally biting lightly,

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

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

lips parted slightly,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

That adorable look,

Then gently ched his teeth,