The face turned directly toward me and I could see slits of moist flesh where the nose had once been.

He could suck a lizard's moist flesh and live for just a little while longer.

He pushed his tongue into the soft, moist flesh, stroking and exploring.

The Worm reared up above him, its flesh soft and moist.

There was the warm, moist flesh behind her lips, which he touched and stroked with his tongue.

When he touched the hot, moist flesh between her legs, she shuddered in his hands.

He forced it into his mouth and began to chew the cold moist flesh hungrily.

She rubbed her moist flesh up and down his leg.

She knew where they were going, that area of soft moist flesh that was crying out for relief.

He wanted to touch her, to press his mouth against her moist flesh.