Their wet, naked bodies slid against each other, and neither of them could get a good grasp on any body part.

Her body, wet and sleek, would rise over his.

She pulled her clothing over her wet body and ran back to the camp.

Joseph did the same, the fabric sticking to his wet body.

There wasn't an inch of distance between their wet bodies.

His hot, wet body began to tremble in her arms, quivering with excitement.

I grabbed Angel into my arms, hugging her wet, chilly body against me.

In a few seconds a hot air stream dried his wet body.

He could see the sun glinting on their wet and naked bodies.

The very "odor" of her wet body in its leather comforting to me!