His tongue played at the seam of her lips before pressing gently inward.

Jesus sat alone, eyes downcast, his tongue playing again over cracking lips.

His tongue played with it, creating a string of fires that ran through her body like lightning.

His tongue played against hers, and her whole world concentrated into that point of contact.

My tongue played over teeth which had receded to their normal length.

"When men are scarce the tongue must play a part," he explained to his companions, who stared at him wondering.

She returned it; our lips and tongues played until we had to break for breath.

The tongue once more played across the alien's face and down his chest.

Her tongue played with his, twisting and darting and drawing him in.