This time his mouth opened, and it seemed his tongue was seeking to form a word.

Gently, brushing, then pressing, warm, and I opened to him with a little gasp, his tongue seeking mine.

But when his tongue sought and found the center of her pleasure, he lost everything else.

When his tongue sought entrance, she opened her mouth to receive it.

Then her tongue sought the entrance of my ear.

Now their tongues sought battle, wrestling against each other.

His tongue curves around and seeks the hollow of his cheek.

Then her tongue sought his, moving through his lips to draw in all the tastes and flavors.

His tongue sought her vital part and found it without difficulty.

And His tongue sought our bosoms like a poisoned arrow.