Kiss Long Tongue Novels & Stories

He licked the corners of my lips with the tip of his tongue before stroking my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth seductively to temp his tongue to enter before slipping the tip of my tongue out a little to catch his. I could slightly taste the ice-cream we were eating when his tongue entered my mouth. Finally, I get to kiss him like this. How long has it been since I last kissed him like this? Too long…

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

He dreamed, he wanted, he got. I felt the deep lashing of his tongue rising up from below, dragging one sensitive sex organ into another. Tongues and pussies are made for each other and the old man was not missing out for one minute. He sucked me into his mouth, squeezing my lips between his and rolling his tongue across the wet surface. My clitoris was pinned between his tight lips, sucking hard and flicking his tongue against it. Katrina and I both groaned as one.

With every gentle stroke, he whispered words of adoration, his voice a soothing melody that echoed in my ears. Lost in the depths of our shared desire, our lips met once again, sealing our love with a kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and longing, a testament to the depth of our connection. Our tongues danced in a sensual tango, entwined in a passionate embrace that left us breathless.

he took his time, sticking his fingers and licking her, savouring the taste of her pussy she digged her hands in his hair as he sucked on her vigorously increasing the viciousiousness of his tongue strokes. "Aaron!" She cried into the night feeling closer to her peak. Her cries only agigated him more, dipping his tongue hard finding a rhythm to work with his fingers and lips. Her pussy clenched, her legs trembling underneath him. "That's it baby come for me he mouthed in her pussy to her waves of climax. Her breath hitched as she felt her release on his lips through her climax, he didn't stop milking her for all the juices her pussy had to give.

He smooched and sucked my neck. "It tickles...", I said. "Then you should get used to it!", he said and went on with sucking my neck. It's time already. I pushed him back. "I need to go!" "No... please..." he pleaded with puppy eyes. I opened the door saying, "And...don't use tongue again." I swiped my mouth and said, "It's Yuck!" "A kiss is never a kiss without a tongue. If you just use your lips it's called peck... And I think you like it too.", he smirked.

He had an exceptionally long tongue, and he knew she would like it. "Ohhhhh God…" she moaned. What was he doing? His tongue slid into her pussy over two inches, tasting her delicious juices. She had never felt anything like this before! Was that his tongue? It went so deep! The sensation of a tongue wiggling around inside her pussy had her gasping with delight. She was squirming underneath him, rubbing her pussy in his face. He hadn't even touched her clit yet and he was getting her off! Using his entire tongue, he licked the top half of her slit rapidly, finishing at her sensitive button each time. She moaned, her small hands reaching between her legs and holding his head. He was incredible

At first, he only did a damping kiss but since he was not satisfied with this kiss, he started to move his tongue to make his way inside of her mouth. Candy moved slightly and a faint growl was inadvertently heard from her. Kenneth closed his eyes when he heard that, it caused a strange tickle in him that twitched in his lower body.

He leaned into me, his weight heavy and comforting, and deepened the kiss further. His lips parted mine, and then I felt it—his tongue sweeping boldly against mine, warm, wet, and demanding. A small gasp escaped me, and he took full advantage, tangling his tongue with mine in a heated, frantic rhythm. It was wet, messy, and utterly intoxicating; every stroke sent electric shocks straight down to my toes, making my knees buckle and my head spin. He tasted of everything I craved—warmth, desire, and a need that mirrored my own perfectly.

Mine clasped onto his like a magnet. The ensuing kiss was a mixed bag of marvelous. Our slippery tongues bounced around in my mouth as if they were at play. They slapped and whacked one another like they were in a street fight. They pulled and patted on each other as if there was a battle for tongue supremacy. It was wild, chaotic, and utterly thrilling.