Lovett sighed, glimpsing a presidential hoard of bare young tits, as the door closed.

Shaking, she caressed her bare tits, her breathing shallow, raspy.

The obligatory comments that all Americans make about the bare tits on the beach.

Janet, relieved it's over, leans her bare tits against him, kissing his neck.

They were just as devious, except the game out here wasn't to get a little bare tit.

George liked the feel of his mother's bare tits against his chest.