Will you please shut your pretty mouth long enough for the man to tell us what he has in mind?

She was looking across the table at Lucas, her pretty mouth open, the picture of amazement.

I saw a dimple, and the pretty mouth pursed as if to stop a smile.

Her pretty mouth was dry as she stared up at her king.

Though her pretty mouth was quite a distraction, he paid attention to her words, and the tone of them.

But when she stood up, her pretty mouth went thin.

She dipped a thumb into the flow and stuck it in her pretty mouth.

She laughed at him, the pretty mouth opening to reveal small, even teeth.

The girl inhaled and opened her pretty mouth to scream again.

Her pretty mouth was half open like a flower.