She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.
The swell of well developed breasts peeked from a tank top that might have looked suggestive on someone else.
When her breasts were finally released, she knew a moment of panic that they had gone too far.
Ten minutes later, Lydia Larkin answered her door dressed in very tight and very small white shorts with a red elastic thing that covered only her breasts and nothing of the acres of skin in the middle.
Matthew's little fingers pressed on her tender breasts, creating a new sensation.
He touched her face and trailed a finger down her neck, between her breasts, and rested his hand on her stomach.
She wore a snug dress that revealed more of her large breasts than she probably should.
Alex admired the breasts - which probably rated him right up there with the majority of men.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
In a single motion, she tugged open her robe and nightgown, baring both breasts, pressing Claire to her right side.
She wore a camisole and shorts, her large breasts straining at the thin fabric between them.
She wore the camisole that amplified her breasts, her curls captured at the nape of her neck.
She pulled up a chair, her movement giving him a peek of the swells of her breasts as she bent.
She closed the door behind her, dressed in clothing that accentuated her large breasts and tight body.
He kneaded her breasts, wanting nothing better than to suckle her until she cried out in ecstasy.
Claire was all over him, in his space, rubbing her breasts against him.
The nip of his fangs at her neck, inner thighs and breasts almost drove her over the edge while his hot tongue and hands explored every part of her.
She unfastened the belt of her robe and hunched up, pushing it aside, letting it fall open just enough to expose an uninterrupted line of flesh from between her breasts, and down her torso and leg.
Dressed in the seductive clothing of Hell, her body's gentle shape appeared voluptuous, her narrow shoulders exposed, her round hips and breasts enhanced.
Never would she have thought that a push up bra was necessary with ample firm breasts, but they swelled from the bra in a way that was smooth and attractive.
Franny had been first on the scene behind Dean, dressed only in panties, her arms covering her tiny breasts, shivering as much at the sight as the chill of the early winter morning.
The way the pulse throbbed in her neck when he kissed it, and the way she sounded out of breath when she pushed him away – the feel of her breasts when she molded her body to his...
"No, it doesn't," he said softly. He reached out to her. His hands trailed down her soft cheek and tangled in her wayward curls. With his index finger, he drew a line from her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and rested his hand on her belly, where the hatchling grew.
Cynthia Byrne's breasts stood firm against the lacy fabric covering them and he draped a towel across her chest as he struggled to unhook her bra from beneath her comatose body.
It wasn't as if she were wearing a bikini, and her only physical attributes were a flat abdomen and smooth curves – well, those and her breasts, but they were over proportioned - out of balance, so to speak.
Maybe he thought Josh saw her breasts exposed like that.
Yes, her breasts were sore.
Yes, her breasts were sore.
His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, and she wished she'd stopped by the locker room to pull on a shirt instead of racing to get away from Darian.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest.
Her breasts brushed his arm, sending lightning and warmth through him.
Such parts as may be subjected to extreme heat and the fretting action of molten material, as the tuyere and slag breasts of blast furnaces, and the fire bridges and bed plates of reverberatory furnaces, are often made in cast iron with double walls, a current of water or air being kept circulating through the intermediate space.
But there is no indication of this practice in works of art, in which the Amazons are always represented with both breasts, although the right is frequently covered.
The usual figure of the Ephesian Artemis, which was said in the first instance to have fallen from heaven, is in the form of a female with many breasts, the symbol of productivity or a token of her function as the all-nourishing mother.
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The well-known monstrous representation of her, as a figure with many breasts, swathed below the waist in grave-clothes, was probably of late and alien origin.
She is now depicted as a beautiful and strong woman, with prominent breasts, a golden crown of stars and golden raiment.
Another conception of them is that of singers of the lament for the dead, for which reason they are often used in the adornment of tombs, and represented beating their breasts and tearing their hair or playing the flute or lyre.
Female figures, the artists trust more and more to swelling breasts and towering chignons, and load the neck with constantly accumulating jewels.
That great nim ural feature of Egypt, the Nile, was of course one of the gods; mer name was Hapi, and as a sign of his fecundity he had long and dulous breasts like a woman.
According to it, he collected the revelations from copies written on flat stones, pieces of leather, ribs of palm-leaves (not palm-leaves themselves), and such-like material, but chiefly " from the breasts of men," i.e.
Eleven weights from Syria and Cnidus (44) (of the curious type with two breasts on a rectangular block) show a mina of 6250 (125.0); and it is singular that this class is exactly like weights of the 224 system found with it, but yet quite distinct in standard.