The motion of the horse as it began to trot forced her to relax, her cheek touching his shoulders, her breasts rubbing against his back.

Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her body pulled against the burning rings in his nipples.

Number 21's breast was rubbing against his arm, each movement threatening to dislodge the scrap of material covering it.

She surrounded him with her arms, languorously twitching her upper torso so that her lush breasts rubbed back and forth across his chest.

Mary's sensitive breasts rubbed his chest.

Their breasts rubbed even more maddeningly against each other.

Her breasts rubbed along the wet flesh of his chest, picking up the moisture; her mound was against him, gently massaging.

Her breasts rubbed softly against him, her eyelids began to flicker.

She leaned forward, confidentially, so that her breasts rubbed against his forearm.