And I thought "pressed his tongue into the cavern of his lover's mouth" was an all-time low.
Actually, "cuntal trough" brings to me the disturbing image from my youth. For a while, they sold hot dog buns that had been baked in a form such that it was a one-piece tiny-loaf but with a slot down the top, to put the hot dog in.
Gawd, did I really go there?
Aren't you glad you invited me? heh