Sweat was pooling inside his oxygen mask now; he could taste it, feel its slickness between skin and rubber.

Sweat pooled under my arms and at the small of my back.

Sweat had pooled in a hollow between the brow ridges and his low forehead.

Sweat was pooling in the bends of my arms but it beat the hell out of not having it.

Sweat pooled on Quentin's brow, as if he had just emerged from a battle.

Sweat pooled beneath their protective gear.

Sweat dripped into his eyes and pooled on his chest.

Sweat pooled at the base of her spine.

Sweat pooled at the bottom of his back where it had rolled down from his shoulders.

Sweat pooled in the hollow of my back.