Her breasts, between the glasses, wobbled and bounced a little.

When he shook her hand, her breasts didn't wobble.

Shaking her hand, he watched her breasts wobble slightly.

Her walk was a dainty, swaying thing, though her steps made her breasts wobble most distractingly, half-bagged in the pink tunic.

Zeralda was naked and covered in either oil or sweat, I couldn't make out which, and his fat, grey-haired body and almost woman-sized breasts were wobbling about as he wrestled on a big circular bed.

Her great breasts sagged and wobbled as she stirred in her sleep, spilling out over her dirty wraparound.

She lifted her hands to secure the kerchief on her head and her breasts wobbled alarmingly.

Pressed beneath his chest, her breasts wobbled and rubbed, so that his own nipples leapt erect in pinpoints of abrupt sensation.

I watched how her breasts jiggled and wobbled.

Her breasts wobbled as if with a slow rhythm of their own.