Kiss Long Tongue Novels & Stories

He looked up at her, his gaze holding hers captive as he leaned in. The first touch of his tongue to her pussy was so electric, so shockingly intimate, that she cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders for support. He didn’t just lick her; he worshipped her. His tongue was broad and rough, lapping at her folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm that was utterly feral. He explored every inch of her, learning her taste, her texture, with a focused intensity that was more profound than any lover she had ever known.

His mouth kissing her neck, slowly kissing along her body, he hears her slight moans. He keeps going, for what seems like forever, just kissing and admiring her body as his fingers stroke along it. Indulging himself in her after not being able to for nearly a year. Her moans are constant and silent, a smile on his face as he listens to her craving more but for some reason not begging for it. Kissing up her thigh, his mouth reaches her sex, his tongue moving slowly, purposely teasing. His tongue strokes along her core, getting to her clit; he flicks his tongue before going back and teasing against her core feeling the wetness drip free onto his tongue.

I mutter in disbelief. "Shh... baby. Let's use our tongue now." He uses his hands to spread my thighs forward apart while his fingers hook into the holes of my netfish stockings. His tongue defiles my pussy, kissing wickedly on my inner lips, the smacking sounds of tongue on skin only heightening my arousal; he sucks on my pussy like he can't have enough fill of his favorite ice cream. "You are exotic." He mumbles with a mouthful of pussy.

Clinton kissed me like a starved beast, as if he’d lose control if he didn’t taste my lips—taste me. I tilted my head to the side, deepening the connection, savoring the intensity of his touch, my heart pounding with every breathless moment. The moment I pulled away to take a deep breath and calm my racing heart, he seized the opportunity and plunged his tongue inside my mouth. His sudden move caught me off guard, but I couldn’t deny the thrill it sent through me. His tongue danced with mine, exploring with a fierce urgency that made my pulse quicken even more. The intensity of his kiss was both overwhelming and intoxicating, making it clear that he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

She called slowly as she moaned his name while panting lightly. Harrison finally stopped sucking on her boobs and he began to slowly plant kisses on her stomach till he reaches her belly button, his eyes never leaving hers as he trailed downwards. He eventually reached his destination and he raised his head for a bit before bringing the whole of his tongue out and gave her pussy a wild lick almost sending her into a shock frenzy. Katherina could have passed out the moment Harrison's tongue touched her pussy as her eyes rolled gracefully at his tongue touch. Harrison on the other hand was also enjoying his first tongue ride and he wanted to taste more of the honey stocked in her pussy.

With her eyes pressed shut, she lay on her back, tipped her head against the edge of the desk as her long hair cascaded down beautifully like a dark, mystical waterfall. Jesse scooted and knelt down, hiking up K's skirt further so he can freely claim her with his mouth. He pulled the insides of her thighs to his face and perched her legs on his shoulders. He gently worked his tongue around and in and out of her, then went on to slide his fingers again into her as he started to relentlessly fuck her with his mouth and tongue.

He started off by kissing the front of my pussy, bringing the kiss farther to my thigh, my upper legs and everywhere possible. “Muah! Muah!! Muah!!!” I heard cheesy sounds of him kissing my skin and I was deep aroused and my senses were tickled. He brought the kiss back to my vagina, and wrapped his long tongue around my clitoris, playing with it like it was a musical instrument. “Ahhhh, fuckkkkk! Oh shit.”. My low moans became louder as he moved his tongue round my clitoris, sucking the swollen little ball and using the tip of his tongue to click on it periodically.

The moment our tongues met, I felt my body tingle in pleasure. The kiss was slow and deliberate at first, as if he wanted to savor every second, every taste. His tongue danced with mine, exploring, teasing, claiming. Then, suddenly, as if the kiss was enough to drive him crazy, the soft and sensual kiss quickly grew more passionate, more consuming.

His tongue swirled around in my mouth, kissing me deeply. He pulled away and looked into my eyes, my body started to tremble from desire. I need more, but I can't find the words to tell him. His hands moved up and cupped my face. He pulled my head closer to his and our lips collided again. The kiss was passionate and filled with lust. His tongue slowly swipes across my lips asking for entrance and I happily give him access. My juices start leaking out, mixing with his. I felt drunk from it. I want more of him, to feel every part of him inside me. I needed him so badly. I needed his touch, his mouth, the taste of his lips, and my tongue, I wanted it all.

Lucinda sighed into my mouth, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The kiss grew hotter. Wetter. I sucked on her bottom lip gently, then slipped my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like tequila and cherry lip gloss. She kissed me back, shy at first, then with growing hunger. Our tongues danced slowly, sensually, exploring each other like we had all the time in the world. I poured four years of hidden love and lust into that kiss. My hand slid down her side, gripping her waist, pulling her closer.