Her red-lipsticked mouth pouted provocatively as she glanced from Nick to Maggy and back.
She considered that, her bow-like little mouth pouting.
Her pretty mouth pouted; her dark eyes sulked.
Her mouth pouted further, if that were possible.
His low forehead creased and his mouth pouted.
Her Kerry blue eyes snapped with it, her generous mouth pouted.
Its little mouth was pouting open.
She looked at him and shook her head, her mouth pouting disconsolately, her eyes heavy with passion.
She came with no hesitation, molding herself easily to his chest and searching his eyes, mouth open slightly and lips pouted.
