His belly churned with fresh hot lamb's blood.

His belly churned with a surge of pure, primal lust.

My belly churned with the fear he accused me of; my hands shook so that the arrow I tried to nock rattled against the bow.

Her belly churned but she kept her eyes steady.

He bad lain too long awake, slept too little; his belly was already churning as it tried to digest a breakfast of musrum stew.

Kirby felt his belly churn with apprehension.

His belly was churning and his head hurt.

I gulped, my belly suddenly churning.

My belly churned as I slowly clambered down and walked over to it.

His belly churned with gas, and there was an unspeakable taste in his mouth.