She leaned in close, hitting him with a wave of foul breath.

It let out a roar, its foul breath rolling over me, and I choked.

Cholera might come and blow its foul breath in my mouth - it wouldn't matter.

I said, shying back from that foul breath of his.

The stink of its foul breath made her want to gag.

Then I slammed into something else meaty and with foul breath.

He moved over to her, so close she could smell his foul breath.

She smelled his foul breath up close, and the stink of her own insides.

Its foul breath, smelling of blood, was warm against their chilling bodies.