The woman writhing on the ground looked up and nodded.
When the door was opened they found the younger woman writhing in pain.
On stage, naked young women were writhing to the beat of rock music.
A woman moaned and writhed on the high, wide bed.
Indeed, the woman writhing beneath him on the stairs was anything but fragile.
The woman was writhing beneath him, whispering his name, sweating and hot.
Three more women writhed and cried out under the pounding bodies of the riders.
The woman howled and writhed, trying to break free.
The woman in the bed writhed and keened aloud from the depths of her need.
The woman writhed again, and her eyes flashed hatred and fear.
