You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen.

Her beautiful breasts were an inch from his mouth, and they looked as real as anything he'd ever seen.

Dark hair, long and graceful neck, fine cheekbones, beautiful breasts.

He opened her kimono to reveal a set of smaller, yet beautiful breasts.

His right hand held the memory of one beautiful breast.

You have beautiful breasts, I nearly said, by way of compliment.

Only eight inches more each and he would have those beautiful breasts in his hands.

Mikhail thought about her beautiful breasts and got aroused in spite of himself.

After a couple of minutes, he told me I had beautiful breasts and asked if he could see them again.

When she'd bared those beautiful breasts, he'd felt nothing but discomfort.