He opened his mouth and the barrel slid between his teeth.

His mouth slid along the tender inside of her right thigh until she arched with tension.

At last, warm and firm, his mouth slid over hers.

I leaned into him, and his mouth slid over my breast, sucking it.

He moved carefully off of me, his mouth sliding back until there was much less between his lips.

He didn't even touch her, just leaned forward until his mouth slid expertly over hers.

Its vast and dripping mouth slid open like a doorway into some stygian place.

He kissed my stomach as I stood before him, and then his mouth slid lower.

His mouth slid from her ear to the side of her neck, taking small love bites as it went.

She moaned softly and her mouth slid away from his.