nanotechnological symbiosis of couple

Zoe saw her girlfriend close the door behind her, now they were both there, Zoe felt a shiver, the excitement rising, she wanted her and yet this wasn't like her, her with another girl? One who was also her exact match? She knew she should have felt disgust, fear, and maybe anger, but what she felt now was lust, she wanted to rip off her clothes, kiss her, want to hear her moan at her touch, she wanted to be taken by her in turn... the erotic impulse was intense, she could see the same lust in the eyes of the Zoe in front of her, but Zoe was waiting for it, she wanted Zoe to start, in fact she was there swaying, rubbing her body with her hands, inviting her.

Zoe swallowed, wondering if it was so bad to give in to these urges. After all, that's just the way this world is. Giving in and fucking this other Zoe didn't seem wrong now, no, it seemed like a necessity.

Zoe reached out her trembling hand to the other Zoe. She grabbed it and brought it close to her face. She opened her mouth and began nibbling on her index finger, as if even that single finger were something special that could please her.

Seeing Zoe treat her hand so erotically, she felt her panties getting wet. Her mind now refused to avoid further excuses; she wanted to fuck Zoe.

Zoe pulled the other girl towards her, her lips pressing together passionately, kissing the other girl repeatedly while the other Zoe did the same to her. Zoe boldly slipped her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth and she loved it enormously. She pushed her body against the closed door. She could feel their bodies, hot with excitement, craving and turning on at the contact. Zoe couldn't help but snuggle up to her. The sensation of touching her was ecstatic. Zoe felt the other girl's hands unbutton her shirt, her own movements almost reflexively undoing the button and unzipping her shorts.

Zoe's girlfriend: I never get tired of it, I never get tired of it.

Zoe: Really? I have the feeling we're about to get really rough.

Her girlfriend smiled at her, putting her index finger in her mouth while using her other hand to slide her shorts down and kick them into a corner. Zoe found herself throwing off her shirt and unbuttoning the jeans she was wearing.

Her girlfriend was massaging her hips, her eyes fixed on Zoe's sagging pants.

Zoe's girlfriend: I don't care, I'd do anything for you, Zoe, I love you.

Zoe blushed and took a step back, but her girlfriend stepped forward, her legs tightening around Zoe's left one, the hand that had been rubbing her panties moving to Zoe's.

The sensation was more intense than Zoe expected. Zoe began to moan at her girlfriend's touch, clinging to her as she moaned, the pleasure shaking her. She wanted more.

Zoe leaned down and kissed her girlfriend's neck. Her left hand slid down her shirt to her panties. They were soaked, and she could feel her pussy pressed against it, awaiting his touch, which she didn't hold back from granting.

Her girlfriend's moans were identical to her own, but hearing them fueled the lustful flame within her. Her desire to give her more pleasure seemed to fuel her own arousal.

Zoe felt her head grabbed, her girlfriend's lips pressed firmly against hers, and then her tongue invaded her mouth. Their hands moved feverishly, masturbating each other, their bodies trembling with the growing excitement building within them.

Zoe freed himself from her lips and found himself staring at her, stunned. Had he ever seen a more beautiful Zoe?

He didn't even realize he'd stopped thinking of his girlfriend as some kind of clone or stranger; she was Zoe, his wonderful lover.

Zoe grabbed her shirt and lifted it over her breasts, revealing them, so beautiful. He couldn't help but grab her right breast with his free hand.

His girlfriend was there, twitching with pleasure, her mouth wide open, moving her pelvis like you to the rhythm of our touches. He brought his fingers to his mouth, moistening it with saliva. Zoe knew what he was about to do, she wanted it. Zoe's girlfriend's left hand began to struggle to pull down Zoe's panties, while the right one slipped inside it. When Zoe felt the first finger penetrate her, she couldn't resist and screamed out in pleasure. She felt her body approaching her first orgasm.

But she felt that something was missing, her instinct told her that she had to push her girlfriend to do the same, as if they were connected, only then could they free themselves, together.

Zoe didn't know how to explain this strange instinctive feeling. In fact, she couldn't even explain why hearing her self-proclaimed girlfriend moan excited her so much. Her mind was too caught up in what was happening to understand that the nanomachines were behind it all. They recognized the other Zoe as Zoe's life partner, thus had created a symbiotic process. The more aroused one of them was in the presence of the other, the more the other became aroused. Every sound, every visible tremor pushed them to drown in mutual arousal, a process necessary for the formation of family units in this world of clones. Not that Zoes didn't make out with each other even without a partner, but the symbiosis made it more special, and each Zoe could have a limited number of partners for life.

However, regardless of all this, Zoe wanted to come, to have her own orgasm, but she had to... she had to push the other Zoe to do the same.

Embarrassed, Zoe slipped her hand into her girlfriend's panties and began to touch them directly. The embarrassment was enormous. Despite all this excitement, the other Zoe was still a girl she'd just met, yet instinctively she adored her, felt the desire to love her, to declare herself to her, to confirm her as his girlfriend.

Slowly, her shy touch became more and more intrepid. Every moan and the sight of her girlfriend's face, filled with excitement and lust, made her want to come, yet she was still holding back. Finally, she pushed hard enough to make her orgasm.

They both screamed, the exact same voice merging into a single cry of pleasure. Panting, they leaned against each other.

Zoe's girlfriend: Almost like the first time, then, Zoe? Did I make you feel good?

Zoe: Yes, you did.

His girlfriend grimaced.

Zoe's girlfriend: Call me by my name.

Zoe: What?

Zoe's girlfriend: You haven't called me by my name since to incident...

Zoe: ...aren't we all called Zoe?... I have to use nickname?

Zoe's girlfriend: Zoe is fine, it's the unique way you call me that makes it special.

Zoe: Unique?

Zoe actually thought about it, even though all the Zoes were called Zoe, she could somehow sense a difference, something that made her understand that she was different when talking to a certain Zoe of onother Zoe and it confused her. She decided to give it a try.

Zoe: Zoe... you're gorgeous.

His girlfriend blushed, as if he'd said something extremely special and not the first compliment that came to mind.

Zoe's girlfriend: Thanks, are you too, Zoe, ready for the second round?

Zoe felt very excited at the thought.