Small drops of water oozing from the tip of the nose,
Then gently ched his teeth,
Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan' s love,
slowly...slowly...
And then gently round the tip of Mammy' s tongue,
lips parted slightly,
Mammy' s face flushed red,
Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,
Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy' s wet lips,
Taste the wine in Mammy' s mouth,
Then slowly and deeply explore,
Occasionally biting lightly,
the hot, moist touch of your tongue,
From time to time he stretched out his fragrant too add food to his mother' s lips,
That adorable look,
The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,
The lips slowly pressed together,
Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,
Pure and charming,
The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.
The small tip of the tongue responded enthusiastically to Ryan' s enta,
The trembling body turned from panic to softness,
The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,
Lean couldn' t help but bow his head to hold her lips,
Ryan couldn' t help shaking a little,
The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,
Makes the mammy' s breath begin to disorder, dizzy forehead, panting,