The thrust drove Helviana forward. Her hips, her whole body moving with the impact — and the chains. The clit chain pulling Eliantra's clit upward and forward with Helviana's thrust-driven movement. Helviana's nipple chains pulling Eliantra's nipples upward simultaneously.
"KYAAANGH~!! NGH~!!" — Eliantra, from below.
PHACK!! PHACK!!
"AAAHH~!! HAAHH~!! NGH~!! NGH~!!" — Helviana, at the thrusts.
"MMNGH~!! NGH~!! AAHHNN~!!" — Eliantra, at the chains.
The jiggle of Helviana's body with each thrust — the full, thick, heavy shake of her breasts swinging below her, the fat undersides of them brushing Eliantra's upturned face on the backswing, the warm, milk-damp contact of them, the chain links cold and sharp where they grazed skin — filled the space between both women continuously.
Milk fell from Helviana's nipples directly onto Eliantra's face.
Drop by drop with each thrust.
Eliantra closed her eyes.
Opened them.
"I object to—"
PAAH!!
