Kiss Long Tongue Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and just waited for his lips to touch mine. I soon feel his warm breath on my lips, and a second later, his lips cover mine. I instantly whimpered, my fingers falling in his hair. He ran his hand up my leg until he reached my hip and rested it there. I feel his warm tongue brush along my lower lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I let out a soft moan, granting him access, and he slipped his tongue in, massaging it against mine. Our tongues were soon dancing in perfect sync. Mmm, this kiss felt different.

The other aliens stayed close to the edges—watching, breathing heavy, tongues flicking out from between alien lips. Long tongues. Ridiculous tongues. Blue and wet and twitching, like they were tasting the air. Tasting her. She didn’t flinch when the breeder reached her. She spread her thighs. His first touch was a tongue—long, silky, warm. It snaked from his mouth and coiled around her ankle, then slid higher, circling her calf like a lover’s hand. Another tongue joined it, this one wrapping gently around her wrist and guiding her down, laying her back against the floor like a doll he didn’t want to break.

Now she grabbed hold of it now and fed it to herself, and started using it to fuck herself hard, "mmmm much better" Moving back down the bed, her face was now close to my limp prick. Her breath was hot on me and was starting to have a reviving effect. Her tongue shot out and licked the mixture of cum and pussy juice from it. Her tongue was strange looking, it was very long and narrow, and flicked back and forth like a snakes, but the sensations it was giving were astounding.

Kirsch grabbed her thigh, pulling her into his face as he teased her with his tongue, and instantly the little wolf melted in my arms, enjoying the friction building up in her too much to put up a fight. "Cat got your tongue?" I teased her, kneading her nipple between my two fingers with my other hand supporting her weight, "Ohh, sorry, it's a tongue getting your puss -- ouch!" The kitten bit me on my tip. I laughed as Nox fought hard to keep a clear mind before she put my cock into her mouth and tangled her tongue with my tip. I dipped my head back as the friction on my tip against her hot tongue gave me waves of pleasure.

" Oh God! o..god" Her toes curled tightly as her pelvis began to ache and throb with need. Trying to clench around his tongue. And no matter how much her hips twitched and shivered, he still kept fucking her with his mouth. He began pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her, and Kira quickly learned just how long it was. More than enough to tongue fuck her directly into a rippling orgasm. And she was very close to one She cried out in surprise and pleasure, hand digging into Asher's hair as she bucked against his mouth.

So I kissed her pussy lips as if they were a sweet mouth. They kissed me back. I slid my tongue inside her pussy once again, not to stimulate her clit, but because I wanted to French kiss this beautiful mouth. And it was beautiful. As beautiful to me as any gorgeous woman's mouth. It begged to be kissed. She was begging me to kiss her. We made out like long lost horny lovers. She sucked my tongue deep inside of her and squirted sweet juices into my mouth. Those juices were intoxicating and delicious. Addictive. I lapped them up and sucked her for more.

The kiss was deeper this time, more intense, as if all the love and longing we had felt for each other over the past few weeks were being poured into this one moment. I could feel the heat radiating between us, the way his hands moved to cup my face, his fingers threading through my hair. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of us, lost in the taste and feel of each other. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip, seeking entrance, and I parted my lips, welcoming him in. Our tongues danced together in a slow, sensual rhythm, each stroke sending a wave of heat through my body, awakening a desire I hadn’t felt in so long.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

His kiss lingered down her throat to the hollow of her neck, lightly nibbling on the soft spots making her shiver from the sensations. "I just realised my love language is," Kilian smirked while in an instant grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to look at him. "being a little touchy." His lips once again slammed over hers, this time with startling ferocity. His teeth biting down on her soft ones drawing out blood, Kilian pulled her lower bruised lip into his and sucked fervently on it as if he was drawing more blood.

Keep it light but firm. Everyone loves long make-out sessions. Don’t be in a rush to move from kissing to whatever comes next. Sometimes a hot make-out session is all you need. Kiss for a long time. And once you’ve moved on to other things, you can always slow down the action by returning to kissing and making out. Be careful with the tongue action. Always keep your tongue soft—no jabbing or hard thrusting motions. It’s not hot. It’s also a bit of a boner-kill to be covered in spit. Kiss passionately but not sloppily