She looked divided, warm breasts in contrast to a plaster face.

It was hard to remember that with my hand lying between her warm breasts.

The warm soft breast pressedagainst his face so that, for a moment, he could not breathe.

He cupped a warm breast, feeling the delicious weight in his hand.

Then I went among my mother's people, that it might nurse at a warm breast and live.

He could feel her warm breasts under the neat white blouse.

He felt the heavy, warm, sweaty breast that hung there.

In all my training, nowhere did they prepare me for the effect of a warm, maternal breast.

Closing his eyes against a warm breast, he became a child again, he felt safe.

She pressed his face against her smooth warm breasts.