Completely without inhibition in slumber as she never was awake, she pressed so close that one full breast rested on his chest.

Her warm bare thigh touched mine, and her cool soft breast rested against my left arm.

She held herself above me, then lay full length on me, her breasts resting on my chest, her thighs falling outside mine.

The breasts were resting comfortably on the table.

Her right breast rested on his left bicep.

Then his eyes returned to me, rested on my face, glided down my neck, my breasts, my body.

Her breasts rested on the edge of the table.

Naked, long legs bruised, perfect breasts flat against her ribs now as she rested, stripped bare, on the rotting remains of another person.