Angelica's milk continued flowing, splashing across Faevy's breasts and my chest with every jolt of pleasure. I reached up and tugged on the weighted clamps, pulling them downward so more milk sprayed out in messy arcs.
Liv, still cuffed behind her back, was pulled closer by another set of chains that appeared around her waist. I made her straddle one of Angelica's bound thighs, forcing her innocent little pussy to grind against the soft skin while she watched everything.
Her small frame trembled as she humped desperately, the chain between her wrists pulling her shoulders back and arching her chest.
"Master… it feels so wrong… but so good," Angelica sobbed, her eyes never leaving the illusion of her husband.
I made the scene darker in her mind. He was now stroking himself pathetically through his pants, unable to look away even as tears streamed down his face.
The humiliation sent her over the edge.
