Margo's pretty lips tightened as she read the man's name.

Her pretty lips made a thin pencil line on her face.

She had the prettiest lips, and the saddest eyes, of any woman he'd ever met.

The woman curled her pretty lip and let the pot fall with a sour clank.

"Is to find out if that tongue and those pretty lips are good at doing other things."

He saw those pretty lips move, but couldn't hear the words she spoke through the buzzing in his head.

She tried to keep a straight face, but her pretty lips kept curling.

The boy's pretty lips curved in a solemn little smile.

She sighed and her pretty lips parted in a natural way.

The pretty lips parted in a smile, possibly at the idea of her husband being jealous.