His tongue plunged boldly into her mouth, probing, as if to verify its welcome there.

His tongue plunged into her startled mouth tasting of fine brandy.

He couldn't control the depths to which his tongue plunged in its search for hidden droplets of her sweetness.

As their tongues plunged and danced, he pulled her tight against him.

"Sweet Jessie," he whispered just before his tongue plunged into her mouth.

His tongue plunged deep inside her mouth, then withdrew.

I opened, and his tongue plunged inside me, his lips feeding on mine.

His tongue plunged in deep, hot, knowing, and tasting of tobacco.

His tongue plunged in, hot and thick and filling her.