Trembling Tongue Novels & Stories

But then he'd drive his tongue back deep into her pussy, fucking her with it like he couldn't get enough. "Oh fuck, Johnny!" she cried out, her head falling back. "Your tongue... it feels so goooood… Eat me just like that please" He growled against her, the vibration making her moan louder. His hands held her hips steady so she couldn't escape the pleasure, even as her legs started to shake. The friction built inside her fast, a tight coil of heat in her belly. Her thighs began to tremor, and her pussy started to tighten around his tongue.

“Eat it all, you dirty boy!” Her thighs began to tremble violently around my head. Her abs clenched visibly, stomach tightening as she rubbed herself harder. Her pussy fluttered and spasmed around my tongue, leaking more and more of her sweet, sticky cream. “God… your tongue is so fucking good… better than any cock!” she panted, voice thick and broken. “Deeper! Tongue-fuck me deeper… get in there where your dick can’t reach!” I drove my tongue as far as it would go, curling and twisting inside her slick walls, licking every inch of her. She let out a sharp, keening cry, heels digging painfully into my shoulders as her body tensed like a bowstring.

He just slightly lift his head to look at Kalyx, and bringing it back down again when he saw the anger in the taller boy's face. "That's why they're laughing at you. You're too shy. What are you so shy about? You're a very pretty boy. Why does it seem like you find it so hard to speak?" Sidhiel doesn't know what to answer. He, himself doesn't know why. All he know is that he stutters when someone talks to him. Specially when it's his mom. His stuttering gets worse. "C'mon, say 'Jack'", Kalyx encouraged.

A small hand brushed him, As if by aссident, with dabbed, grоping tоuсhes, lastly оn the small сrater оf the aсоrn and disappeared again in the dark. Her tоngue was deep in my mоuth, whirled arоund and danсed a сrazy, frenzied danсe with mine, a small оrgy оf muсоus membranes and juiсes соming tоgether. Her tоngue was everywhere, оn my gums, оn the inside оf my lips, оn the palate, tiсkling, vibrating, demanding. I gasped. "Соme оn, соme оn me!" I gasped оut оf myself and tried tо push it оn me with my left hand. Then I nоtiсed that the shaсkles оnly allоwed me tо tоuсh them, nоt tо mоve them.

He threw her a strange smile, and to my disbelief, she did as he asked, parting her legs further and placing them on each of my shoulders. At a leisurely pace, he lapped her from ass to clit before clamping my teeth around her sensitive spot. “Oh, my fuck! What happened to your tongue? Is it magic or something?” “Turbo tongue!” He explained, his voice even deeper and more guttural than normal. “Stormy?” Her eyes rounded in surprise as she finally realised it. He replied by sucking her clit into my lips, and she finally made his wish come true, crying hard as he nibbled it, “Stormy!”

That was five times more intense. I was equally fascinated by how different it felt when a guy used his tongue versus his fingers. Fingers could be nice, even orgasmic, but the tongue? The tongue was something else. And James’ tongue—damn. The way he circled, flicked, sucked—it was deliciously sinful. As he licked me, my legs shook. Maybe from the cold, maybe from the pleasure. Either way, it was overwhelming—in the best way. I wanted to hold onto something, anything, to survive it. I dug my nails into the cold stone beneath me. The chill crept in minute by minute, and I worried it might stop me from climaxing. It’s happened before—everything’s good, but something just blocks the release. Mo

My heart thunders in my ears. I force myself to look down. Nothing. Just my own trembling hand. My own soaked fingers. My own pussy, swollen and red and fluttering with aftershocks. No tongue. No beast. Just me. And yet… I lift my dripping fingers to my lips. Taste myself—stronger, muskier than last night. My tongue chases every drop while my eyes flick back to the screen. The cursor still blinks on the unfinished line: *She looked down between her spread thighs—and there it was. A thick, glistening, dark-pink tongue protruding from the shadows beneath her—*

My tongue pushed deeper, pressing her closer to the edge, feeling her trembling, shaking beneath me. Her hips bucked, and I groaned, licking and sucking with abandon, tasting her desperation. “That’s it… Let go for me… scream my name… beg for it…” My hands roamed, pinching, pressing, holding her tight as she shuddered, moaning loud, broken, happy. "Alexander...please...do not stop," she whispered, voice trembling. And I didn’t stop — I wanted every tremble, every gasp, every quiver, claiming her with every stroke of my tongue until she was trembling, shaking, lost in pleasure.

but her hand, trembling badly. In the wide open eyes, tears in the eye sockets, but still trembling grip on the fruit knife, leaning toward the sleeping man. Her hand, uncontrollably and violently trembling, the closer she got, the more she trembled. Jane Tong, stab it, stab it, it's all over! Jane Tong, what are you still hesitating for! Jane Tong, have you forgotten who gave you suffering? Who made you worse than a dog? Who humiliated you? Jane Tong, come on, stab! Stab! Stab!

My thighs started to tremble. He pulled back just enough to speak. “Don’t hold back. I want you to cum on my tongue again. Flood my mouth, baby. Let me drink every drop.” The words combined with his skilled mouth sent me over the edge. I came hard, crying out his name, hips bucking against his face as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t stop, he kept licking and sucking gently, drawing it out until I was shaking and whimpering, pushing at his head because it was too much.