Stuck with John

Jog looks confused at your question but you see in his face he wanted to do it as well. His lips spread and his soft tongue extends and bends dow his chin. It gives you a view back into his dark throat. His uvula hangs over the sloping back of his tongue. His teeth are white and glisten in the early morning light.
You reach out and touch the soft but powerful muscle that is his tongue. John's drool clings to your hand as you press against his squishy tongue. He suddenly brings his tongue up and licks you from head to toe, soaking you in his saliva.