Rohan felt salt sweat sting his eyes, tasted it on his lips.

Lay there like a quadriplegic, eyes blinking salt sweat and tears.

Soon the sun would burst over the far dam of land and drown him in an ocean of his own salt sweat.

Within another half mile Tom's shoulders were hot and slick with salt sweat.

Eyes were fixed on him from all over the bridge; he could taste salt sweat on his upper lip.

I looked up, blinking to get the salt sweat out of my eyes.

The stinging salt sweat made them itch, and he swore again.

He wiped his face with his hands and the salt sweat stung his eyes.

Why should salt tears not sting while salt sweat did?

She could smell the salt sweat of him, masked by smoke, mixed with the flowers and spices.