She was still slender, her breasts scarcely rounded, the hips scarcely more flared than a boy's, and the long legs were really boyish.

Her midsection was very small, and her breasts and buttocks quite well rounded.

She sat up, her breasts high yet irresistibly heavy and rounded.

Her body was firm and well proportioned, breasts softly rounded, stomach flat, legs slim.

Her belly and breasts had rounded these past few tendays and her skin felt hot, almost velvety, with early pregnancy.

Her breasts were high and nicely rounded, with large areolae only a shade darker than her tan.

Her shoulders were broad, her breasts nicely rounded, her slim waist neatly merging with trim hips.

She was growing tall, her breasts rounding, her long legs getting their shape.

Her breasts beneath the robe were like twin fawns, firm and perfectly rounded, surely as soft to the touch as man's desire could wish.

Her breasts were full and rounded, suntanned on top, paler underneath, with a tracery of blue veins.