Loose Tongues Novels & Stories

He didn't care. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming, my legs already trembling. His tongue moved lower, sliding into my pussy next. He lapped at my wet folds like a starving man, sucking my clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip. “This pussy is dripping for me, isn't it? So sweet and juicy,” he said, his words vibrating through me. On the phone, he switched back to casual. “Yeah, Musk, we're good on that clause. Just wrap it up.” Then to me again, “You love my tongue buried in your slutty holes, don't you?“

No wonder he was the Casanova he is. I clutched my chest. “So that’s why the supermodels lost their minds over him.” “Exactly.” She looked far too pleased with herself. “Your turn. Give it to me.” I didn’t even hesitate. I tell her everything. She gasps and bursts into endless laughter. And finally I drop the bomb shell. “Pierce has a long tongue.” “Long like…?”She asked. “Hangs past his chin long. And baby, it doesn’t just go in. It twirls, flips, flicks like it's dancing inside.”

As his tongue fondled my kitty lips, his fingers massaged my butt, while his thumb is massaging the opening of my vagina. I moaned at his deliberate stroking and felt myself releasing more juices. I tossed my head from side to side, as the tip of his tongue seemed to rub on all my sensitive spots. He made slow circles with his tongue and kissed my pussy with his fat lips. The sound he was making playing with my flesh was driving me crazy, making me long for more. His tongue was merciless and hot making my thighs tense and my belly tighten.

All I wanted was to give infinite pleasure and no pain to my little honey, my fierce and sweet love. As I pulled my tongue out of her to suck at her clit, my tongue elongated and grew fatter, now covering her whole pussy and lips. I pressed the swollen muscle flat against her, causing her to shudder as she moaned around my cock, the vibrations from her throat sending jolts of pleasure to my aching balls. “We have to win! Lick it, Grant!” Stormy chimed in. The insane dog managed to force me to shift partially to increase the size of my tongue?

It's not gentle. It's not asking permission. It's three days of restraint shattering all at once, his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding past my lips, his taste flooding my senses. He kisses like he's been starving. Like he's been dying. Like I'm the only thing that can save him.

My soft flesh against his soft flesh sent tingles down my spine. A bead of pre-cum oozed out, coating my lips. It was warm and smoothe as I used my tongue to spread it over my lips. Mitch gritted his teeth. His muscles recoiled on his athletic chest. His veins strained against his chocolate skin. “You taste like fruits,” I smiled up at him through my thick lashes.

I nodded blnot trusting my voice at this particular moment so nodding seemed like the better option. "Cat got your tongue," his face held amusement, "look at you, your face is flushed, your cheeks are a deep shade of red that looks so fucking good on you, your breathing is hitched and your trying your best not to moan right now because you want to win but your not realizing that your legs are pressed so tightly together that you yourself are trying to make a friction to numb the ache and stop the juices seaping out of your little pink cunt, your not so tough now are you baby," I gulped.

A face presses close. A mouth… A tongue… Then… a long, slow voyage, the tongue-tip coiling around and through my entrance, lapping my spilling juices… "Aaahhh…" My head flings back, my hair tossing loose over my breasts before fanning out and down. Pussy snatches, trying to clench… trying to grip… to hold… … on nothing.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Can’t think of a comeback? Cat got your tongue?” A soft, mocking laugh escaped her lips, thin, sharp, meant to slice, each note savoring the pain she was intent on delivering. Then, her voice dipped, low and filthy, carrying a whisper that curled through the air. “Or…” she dragged the word out, letting it hum between us, “…did Caesar already put that tongue to use this morning?”

Electric impulses bounce between the lips, tongue, and skin, and both bodies press each other while their moans and groans crashed. Joshua's tongue wandered around her mouth like a passionate wanderer, looking for more sweetness. How he was starving for many days he could not get it? He could feel her deliciously sweet smell by pressing his tongue against hers as if the source of the sweet taste was right there when he was banging his head everywhere.