His muscles slid smoothly under his tanned skin, and he moved with such confidence.

Its muscles slid smoothly beneath its short fur.

Every muscle in his back slid painfully against those surrounding it, as though -someone had thrown grit in between them.

Each time he moved, separate muscles slid smoothly over each other.

He aimed, exhaled all his breath; muscle on muscle his finger slid to the trigger.

Her muscles slid lithe and warm beneath gemmed skin.

I held onto his hand while the muscles and bones slid back into place.

The muscles of her legs and arms slid silkily with the movement; whatever she was made of might resemble glass, but it was not brittle.

His muscles rippled and slid under his dark skin.

She curled forward, grunting, every muscle straining as sweat slid into her eyes.