Livvy Dunne Tongue Novels & Stories

"I'm holding you at your words. You can't change your mind later, okay?" Evelyn laughed softly. "Okay!" She said. "Hey. You should stay for breakfast." "Can I?" "Of course. Mamá and Abuela would love that. I think Livvie even has a crush on you." Evelyn whispered the last part as she opened the door for him. They could hear Livvie dancing and singing along, at the top of her voice, to Jason Lyndon's music video been played on TV. "I doubt that. The only person Livvie has a crush on is Jason Lyndon," he said with certainty and a little laugh.

Evren could’ve sworn he lost his voice somewhere down the line of Lachlan spearing his hole with his masterful thick tongue that touched places Evren didn’t think a tongue could touch. How was it possible for one’s tongue to be so long? Evren didn’t know and he didn’t want to think about it. He couldn’t think about it even if he wanted to because his brain logged off. His voice had become soundless and he couldn’t even hear the sounds of his moans. He was whimpering, whining, as every inch of Lachlan's tongue drove into him and then the Lycan king had added his fingers.

"Oh, my God!" "Fuck!" "Oh, shit!" I swirled my tongue around her vulva, giving her clitoris a soft lick as I relished in the rich creamy taste of her. Her legs trembled heavily in my hands, growing numb as she began squirming in my arms. They were almost shutting close because of the overwhelming pleasure I had plunged her into, with my tongue. I delved my tongue into her opening, tongue fucking her and a scream tore through her mouth, accompanied by a choking sob that had me chuckling, my teeth grazing her clit.

"Okay... I, um..." "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He teases, grin growing when he hears her scoff- faux offended and so clearly flustered. He could picture her rosy cheeks, and the way she would duck her head to hide them. She does just that, shaking her head and insisting that no, it didn't. She was just lost and confused, and she needed another hint. "Can you give me that, please?" Livi asks, telling him that she deserved that information, at least. Other wise she would be wandering around for what would feel like forever. They had a very big house.

Luna looked at him in surprise, pinched his ear, and said with emphasis, "Little J if you're going to flirt, choose the right moment. Doing it like this will only make me want to go to the hospital for a check-up." Danny stuttered, trying to explain, but Luna used her finger to hook his pink tongue and softly asked, "Do you still want to taste my flavor?" Because his tongue couldn't retract, the dribbling saliva trickled down his mouth corner and left scattered watermarks on his taut chest. He nodded frantically as if he had gone mad, and Luna Cruz could barely catch his tongue.

I woke up still tasting Ryan on my lips. And still staring at the note from Jace. “You taste like secrets.” What the hell did that even mean? Liv was already up when I rolled over. She was in a towel, towel barely holding on, twisting her curls into a pineapple on top of her head. Her skin glistened, freshly showered, like she walked out of a body oil ad. I couldn’t stop watching her. “You have a good night?” she asked with a wink.

She hummed in approval, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the flavor. The final two girls, a redhead and a brunette, took turns licking the sweat from my crack, their tongues delving deep into the crevice. The redhead took her time, her tongue tracing the curve of my ass before delving inside, lapping at the tight pucker of my hole. I moaned, my head falling back as the dual sensations of their tongues sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Liv I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling around the head every time I pulled back. Saliva was everywhere, dripping down my chin, but I didn’t slow down. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose brushed his stomach, and he cursed a string of words that would’ve made my mom faint.

I could feel my cock throbbing, aching to be inside her, to feel her tight heat surrounding me. But not yet. First, I wanted to taste her. To lap at her sweet nectar, to feel her come undone on my tongue. I leaned down again, my breath ghosting over her slick folds. She shuddered at the sensation, her hips lifting slightly in invitation. "Oh, Jesus, yes," she breathed, her voice husky and raw with need. "Please, Kane. I need you." I didn't hesitate. I dove in, my tongue delving into her depths, lapping at her essence like a man starved. She tasted divine, like honey and spice and everything nice. I could have stayed there forever, lost in the perfection of her but Vivi had other ideas.

She stuck out her tongue and licked up Brie’s slit slowly. She tasted the sweet musky flavor. Damn, it was so nice. Vivian licked Brie's folds again and again. Then she sucked on the clit gently at first, then she went harder. She pushed her tongue inside the pussy and fucked it with her tongue. Brie moaned loud. She buried her face between Vivian’s thighs. Pleasure gripped her hard. She licked Vivian’s pussy with hunger. Her tongue flicked over the swollen clit. She slid two fingers deep inside Vivian and pumped them in and out. When she added a third finger, Vivian’s hips bucked up.