His sensitive mouth was drawn down a little at the corners, and he looked tired.

He was tall, almost stooping, and with a mouth too sensitive for peace of mind.

He said nothing, but just stared at Julia, the hurt twisting his sensitive mouth.

It was a pretty good mouth, big enough, potentially sensitive, but rather firm and disapproving now.

The sensitive mouth curved up in a charming smile.

His sensitive mouth twisted with a look of pained embarrassment.

Aversin looked away, anger and pity twisting his sensitive mouth.

The lips of a sensitive, well-formed mouth were clamped into a firm line.

The absence of a nose was no matter and was made up for by the mobile, sensitive mouth.

A strong, masculine face with a sensitive mouth was framed by small dots disappearing into his collar.