Being carried was an awkward feeling as he brought us some place secluded. If I couldn't run from him, I could try pleasuring him, but, he seemed to have that covered anyways, even the slightest struggle from me made him happy. I looked up to him as he looked at me, licking his lips. I knew what was coming, but, it was so slow it was actually terrifying, and I was expecting it.<br/><br/>Being brought closer to his snout and hearing everything from inside made everything sound worse, and I could feel everyone of his breaths over my face. The tongue passed just in front of my face, before being pulled back in, and I was left with a wince in anticipation of what came next.<br/><br/>I thought I was just going to be dumped in, but I had clearly not been played with enough as the next thing I knew his tongue was in my face. I couldn't breathe much and I was barely able to hold my breath in such a tight grip. The tongue was soft, but even it seemed to be happy with my squirming to catch a breath, like he was toying with my life before he claimed it.