A hot, wet mouth covered the tip of her breast.

He responded by drawing her nipple, clothing and all, into his hot mouth.

"Once that hot little mouth gets hold of you, you're a goner."

She took him deeper, working that hot mouth down his shaft.

He wanted that hot mouth like hell on fire.

It was like staring into the hot mouth of a volcano.

Then he fastened his hot mouth on her bare breast.

She felt his hot, wet mouth cover her own and tried to find the willpower to fight him off.

She felt cool, strong lips against her own hot, angry mouth.

She drew on me, her mouth hot, demanding all and taking more.