No man had touched those soft breasts, or taken her nipples in his mouth.

I felt her body warm against mine, soft breasts, hard thighs.

He took a soft, cool breast in each hand.

He became very much aware of her soft breasts pressing against him.

Second Peter was a dainty thing in black and silver, with a soft white breast.

She was a slender woman, with wide hips and small soft breasts.

Arms were pressing him down, he felt a soft breast on his naked skin.

Then slowly she took his hands down and cupped them over her own soft breasts.

She held each large, soft breast in her fist and squeezed.

Her soft breasts felt cool and lifeless beneath his hands.