It's just my tongue (Patreon)

Ms. Miller's strategy is to go to an open pool and wait for a young man to move away from her group of friends to ask for help. "Excuse me young man I dropped my glasses in the pool could you pick them up for me? I'm not a good diver." A charming woman in her thirties can't be ignored by a young man with raging hormones. This is a serious mistake, because no one can see a man shrink underwater. All Mrs. Miller has to do is take him in her hand, return to her deckchair, lie flat on her stomach, open a book, and finally... enjoy a tan in the sun while immersed in a good read and, above all, savor a delicious little body with her wandering tongue. Terrified, the young men imagine they'll end up swallowed, but Madame simply enjoys feeling them under her immense tongue. Even if she does sometimes bury them completely in her mouth...