Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Pure and charming,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

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,

Taste the wine in

lips parted slightly,

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

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

That adorable look,

Then gently ched his teeth,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

The lips slowly pressed together,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

slowly...slowly...

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

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

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

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

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

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