And if she turned towards him, her left breast would brush against his chest.

A breast brushed across his chest, soft promise, quickly withdrawn.

She leaned a little closer, and her breasts brushed him.

If she moved so much as an inch, her breast would brush against his arm.

Her breasts brushed against his chest as she sighed into him.

As she finished speaking, her breasts had brushed his face.

Her breasts brushed against the thick mat of hair on his chest.

Roshnani sat beside him on the bed, so close that her breast brushed against his side.

She straightened, in the way I loved, for her breast brushed my cheek.

Her breasts brushed his chest as they swayed back and forth.