That must be why the sight of her wet tongue jarred me.

He turned his head away and felt the wet tongue on his neck.

And slavered all over her with a huge, wet tongue.

My cheek was nicely within range and he gave it - his large wet tongue.

The warm wet tongue had brought her a peculiar pleasure she never found anywhere else.

She had never felt the strange intimacy of a wet tongue inside her mouth.

In a minute or two she licked his hand with a wet, rough tongue.

She screamed when he ran his cold nose and wet tongue up her leg.

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

She ran her wet tongue into his ear, kissed it.