Under his overcoat, his shirt clung to him wetly.
The pajama top clung wetly to where her waist used to be.
His hair hung every which way over his face, clinging wetly, but she could see he was young, well short of his middle years.
It clung wetly to his body and when he tugged at it the material tore.
The T-shirt clung wetly to my body, thick with blood.
Peering over his shoulder, clinging roundly and wetly to him, Mali read the contents of the talk balloon.
The snow had soaked his jeans so that they clung wetly to his legs.
Her dress, saturated with sweat, clung wetly to her shapely figure.
Tendrils of hair that had escaped the barrette clung wetly to her face.
Michael was concentrating so hard that a trickle of blood could be seen in one nostril and his clothes were clinging to him wetly.
