improvisation 2 in a suit

Samus, as much as she was enjoying the moment, had never been a woman who simply enjoyed the moment. No, she's always been a woman of action, so even though she knew she'd be outclassed, she had no intention of being less than her clone.

She also reached for the clone's zero suit, unzipping it, and then slipped her arm inside.

The suit slowly peeled away from the clone's skin as her right hand reached her breast, then grabbed her right breast.

Milf Samus: Oh, rough, I'm going to have to teach you a lot, my girl, but I don't mind a little rough. Would you like that too?

Milf Samus stopped caressing Samus's pussy and inserted her index finger deep inside. Samus's body wasn't yet warmed up enough for prenatal sex, but the clone's slow insertion limited the twinge of pain; in fact, the pleasure covered it and increased the eroticism.

Samus couldn't help but gasp. She almost pulled her hand away from the clone's breast, but the clone prevented her from doing so, pressing it against her own breast, accompanying her in the groping.

Milf Samus closed the distance between their bodies, straddling Samus's left leg so that her thigh rested on her pussy, separated only by the tight suits.

Milf Samus: You know, these suits are incredibly stretchy. Do we want to test how much?

Samus: In what way?

Milf Samus: You'll see.

Milf Samus leaned forward. Samu felt her joints bend at an odd angle, so she was **** to move her arm deeper into the clone's suit, catching herself in the sleeve. Milf Samus slid behind her, and Samus understood what the clone had meant earlier; her arm was three-quarters of the way through the sleeve of the clone's suit.

The suit had adapted... so could they both fit inside one, pressed together? An erotic shiver ran down Samus's spine.

Samus: Fuck, let's do it.

Samus and the clone removed the rest of the suit from Samus, then Samus, using the full elasticity of her muscles, slipped her leg into the clone's suit, straddling his hips and sliding her leg down the sleeve of his pants.

Samus found herself next to her clone, her right breast pressed against the clone's left. The size difference could be felt as Samus felt her breasts compressing her clone's plumper ones.

Milf Samus: Aaaa, they're so firm, blissful youth.

Milf Samus untangled her hand from Samus's hips, allowing her to slide her other leg into the suit.

As Samus attempted to do so, they lost their balance and fell to the ground... the two laughed at the stupid moment, and Samus slipped her other leg into the zipper.

The leg slid along the sleeve of the left crotch, leaving Samus straddling the clone, leaving her torso almost perpendicular to her clone's, with both breasts pressed against Milf Samus's left tit.

Finding herself in that position, Samus decided to take advantage of it. She began to sway her hips, rubbing her pussy against the clone, and with her left hand, she slipped under the clone's suit to reach her pussy and reciprocate the caresses she had received earlier.

The clone responded by moving his right arm to grab Samus's hip. Between the arm dragging into the same sleeve and the clone's hand grabbing her ass, the space between them was almost nonexistent.

Samus: Computer, can you zip up my clone?

Computer: Improper use of clothing detected, please do not stop.

Samus: Do it anyway.

A droid entered the room, approached the couple, grabbed the zipper, and slowly sealed the two women in a single suit.

Once closed, the suit did its job, expelling the air inside and pressing their bodies even tighter together.

They both felt short of breath as their chests were crushed together, only to gasp for breath when the compression was relieved.

Their bodies were completely crushed against each other, leaving them unable to make any more than a few tactile movements.

Samus's hand, still resting between the clone's legs, caressed the clone's clit, while the clone's more or less free hands went to caress and tease the original's body, and the two shared a deep, tongue-tied kiss.