From the ceiling she watched herself as her breasts swung free.

Her breasts swung free under a black tee shirt with a garish picture on it as she leaned out the window to him.

The woman's breasts swung free, their nipples erect and longer than they would have seemed a moment before.

She paused, her breasts swinging slightly back and forth.

Her full breasts swung from beneath a thin white veil of fabric.

Her breasts swing back and forth, hitting me in the face.

He saw her bare breasts swing slightly as she took it off.

She fell toward him, smiling, her breasts swinging close to his face.

Her breasts, larger than Terry remembered them, swung free.

When she bent over, her breasts swung about, and poor Nate couldn't help but stare, if only for a long second.