Outside, the hot tongues of morning are rising in the east.

A very hot tongue licked the side of her throat in a slow tasting.

Followed by the stirring sweep of a hot tongue.

Her hot moist tongue stirred him to the depths of his bowels.

She worked her hot tongue the length of that pulsing rod, and back again.

Her lips were warm, her little tongue moist and hot against his skin.

He pulled her fingers free, only to replace them with a hard, driving stroke from his hot tongue.

But immediately the hot delicate tongue had licked up at Beauty.

And I felt the hot, wet tongue of the dog licking up my left cheek.