The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Pure and charming,

Mammy's face flushed red,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

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

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

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

The lips slowly pressed together,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

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

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

lips parted slightly,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

Occasionally biting lightly,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

slowly...slowly...

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

ig,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Then gently ched his teeth,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

That adorable look,

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

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Taste the wine in