Her breasts were tingling from it as if the nerves were raw-edged and exposed.
Her ripe breasts tingled pleasantly beneath the silk of her green gown at the memory.
Beneath it, her breasts were still tingling from his hands.
Her breast still tingled from his fingers.
Her breasts tingled under it, and seemed to fill.
Her breasts tingled when a few bubbles popped.
Her other breast tingled with longing-and to satisfy that, she must take the initiative.
Her breasts tingled, already feeling his hands on them.
His breast and arms tingled as though some robust, ancient wine were singing in his veins.
Her breasts tingled at the tips, and something was happening between her legs.
