John's mouth, opening in preparation for speech, continued to open, but no sound came out for the first few seconds.

As his mouth continued to sip at hers, her arms went around his neck.

The mouth continued to grin but it was now shaped in an angry grimace.

The wizard's mouth continued to chant the words of power.

His mouth continued to smile, but his eyes frowned slightly.

His mouth continued to sag as I turned toward him.

If cooked correctly however, the mouth continues to move/talk even after the dish is finished.

The mouth in the Verger's broken face continued to screech.

The old, blackened mouth continues to smile below the obliterated eyes.

My mouth continued to sputter at the same velocity, but I was barely aware of it.