She could feel his hot wet face against her cheek.

The big wet face settles down on top of my head, and I am lost inside.

She nodded and pulled away a little, wiping at her wet face.

Con quickly wiped her wet face before the light went on.

He cupped my wet face in his hands and made me look at him.

"I like to see these fresh, wet faces going out into the world," he said with a laugh.

More voices, all women now, and something cool touched her face, wet.

The car stopped and there was cold air on my wet face and back.

He looked up at me, his face dirty and wet with sweat.

Her hot, wet face nuzzled the side of my neck.