With a great sucking hiss, the air gushed in.

I heard the air gush out of his lungs and he dropped to his knees.

The effort released something inside me and cold air gushed into my lungs.

Hot, humid air gushed into the blizzard, turning instantly into fog.

The air gushed out of the cabin instantly, and as the Heroes thrashed in the vacuum, all sound from the pickups ceased.

The air gushed around him, laden with noise and moisture.

Clean, fresh air gushed into the tiny kitchen.

Stale air gushed into our faces as we opened the front door.

Fiery explosions erupted in his head and body; the air gushed from his lungs in one great burst.

Those great wings beat once, lazily and powerfully, and air gushed.