His tongue swept past my teeth, sinking deep, demanding total surrender.

At the moment of contact, I opened for him, and his tongue swept inside.

The long red tongue emerged and swept over the muzzle.

As his tongue swept deep, hers came forth to meet him.

His tongue swept up and down, like a starving dog's.

His tongue swept across the small tears and he rose over her.

His tongue swept her skin and then his long teeth pressed.

He complied and once more his tongue swept into her mouth.

His tongue swept into her mouth to duel with hers.

His tongue swept inside her mouth, and her desire raced toward the point of no return.