As she did so, her breasts strained against the blouse.

Her breasts strained against the bra she wore.

Each breast strained against a cream silk blouse like an individual motif.

Her feet and hands beat like a madness, her breast strained as if in bonds.

Her breasts strained the simple dress that had at once become an erotic and sensual barrier to her skin.

I come to you naked, my breasts are full and straining for your touch.

Her breasts strained the buttons at the front of her uniform.

Surrounded, her breast was warm, full, and straining against his hand.

Her breasts strained against the silk of her bra.

Her impressive breasts strained against the white material of her halter top.