Her breasts seemed to move oddly: languidly, as if the gravity wasn't quite right here.

She writhed in place, so that each breast seemed to move independently.

Once free of the tight garment, her breasts seemed to swell and round.

His very breast seemed to open its doors to watch for the great church brooding over the town.

Their breasts seemed to be rising and falling in a normal manner.

My breasts seemed to look as though they belonged there.

Her breasts seemed to be floating in the water.

The breasts seemed to have a life of their own; the nipples, high and large, were dark, like seductive eyes.

Her small breasts seemed in perfect proportion to the rest of her, and she moved like a cat.

Nothing showed through her bright red blouse, but her breasts seemed to be moving about more than usual.