Her breasts spilt free, full and tipped with fire.
Her eyes flew open as he released the clasp and her breasts spilled free of their confinement.
When her bare breasts spilled free of the plaid, he nipped a budded peak.
One dark breast spilled sideways across the sheet.
Her breasts spilled from the whalebone restraint into his waiting hands.
Cecilia's breasts spilled from her stays, molding to his hands.
Her breasts, round and full, spilled into his work- hardened hands.
Her breasts spilled over the flimsy half cups that supported them and filled his palms.
She contorted to clasp her bra and one breast spilled from the cup.
One breast spilled from the torn fabric, heavy and slack as a half-filled pouch of meal.
