His mouth grew until it became an open black pit.

But my mouth grew dry at the thought of seeing that skill used in earnest.

His mouth grew dry again with the implications of that.

His mouth grew rough, hungrier to have her above him.

Her cold mouth grew warm and alive under the pressure of his.

His mouth was growing very dry, probably from all the talking, and he took another shot of the whiskey coffee.

Her mouth grew dry and she nearly dropped the water.

His lips were cold at first, and he held them against hers until both their mouths grew warm again.

His mouth grew dry as he stared at the walking stick.

My mouth grew dry at the thought of the coming interview.