His eyes were narrow slits in folds of hard flesh.

She felt the life flowing in the hard flesh beneath the jacket material and the heat of a living body.

At each edge the hard yellow flesh rose a bit more.

She licked her lips at the hard flesh that rose from the material.

The edges of her nails bit into the hard flesh.

She had a tough, brown skin and the hard flesh of her peasant stock.

She could almost sense the hot male taste of his thick, hard flesh.

It was as if the words were hard flesh and had slapped him across the face.

Her only goal was to feel his hard flesh inside her.

He frowned at the clean pattern his strong white teeth had left in the hard flesh.