With great, slow strokes, the terrible wings beat the air.

He did this with long, slow strokes, like a man caught in a dream.

In one long slow stroke, she ran her hands up his naked back.

Three or four slow strokes and a pause is the rhythm.

He began to sweep the clean floor in slow strokes.

Her breath came fast and thick, shattered on each long, slow stroke.

Blood began to beat through his veins in slow, thick strokes.

Obviously Laura was holding back, keeping her strokes small and slow.

I closed my eyes and whimpered as he moved inside me with long, slow strokes.

Her arm moved of itself, countering his first slow strokes.