Naked, her body was moon pale, and her breasts bulged weightily, the nipples as large as ripe grapes, wine dark and swollen.

Her breasts bulged over the top of the laced, corset-like garment, and it occurred to John that a deep breath might pop them right out of it.

Her breasts bulged, on the verge of escaping the tight leather bodice.

Her bodice was still open and one breast bulged free.

Her huge breasts, pale as frog-bellies, bulged from her torn gown as she leaned toward him.

Her large breasts bulged across her chest, the nipples lying flatly and pointing outwards.

The breast should not bulge over the top or out the sides of the cups, even with a low-cut style such as the balconette bra.

Her breasts bulged out of the bodice neckline, and the back zipper valiantly struggled to hold the dress together.

Her full and perfect breasts bulged from her décolletage.

Her breasts, high and full and round, bulged against the cotton, distorting the faded picture of Elvis.