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

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

The eyelashes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

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

Mammy's face flushed red,

lips parted slightly,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

Pure and charming,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Occasionally biting lightly,

The lips slowly pressed together,

That adorable look,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

slowly...slowly...

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Taste the wine in Mammy's mouth,

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

Then gently clenched his teeth,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,