She thought them clearly, but her throat and tongue simply didn't move.

It must have been mine, I could feel my tongue moving up and down.

It was difficult to think of the words, and my tongue still would not move properly.

He tried to deny it, but his tongue would not move.

His tongue moved far out and then back in.

Her tongue moved with a will of its own.

There was her own tongue moving lightly across his top lip and back over the bottom one.

She had learned already just how he liked to be kissed, and her tongue moved eagerly against his.

A thick tongue moved over his lips that were black in the dim light.