Stretched upon the floor by the window lay the body of a man.
Slowly he stood, his strong, powerful body stretching, as if from sleep.
At the first corner, they saw a body stretched across the ground, its head dangling.
His body is compact but stretched into a noble line.
She held on, her body stretched along his back.
She felt her body stretching, a slight resistance, but there was no pain.
Her body stretched up and grew curves, not something Max especially wanted to see.
Her body stretched against the gentle fingers of the breeze.
She could feel burning pain as her body stretched to admit him, and enormous pressure.
She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him.
