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Chapter 3 - Loss of Control
EVE has been spending a lot of time in the small bar in XION recently, much to the delight of Madame Machine. It allows her to get to know the white-haired, glasses-wearing woman even better and she looks at EVE in amazement when the singer enters her dressing room behind the bar. The scantily clad, sleeping angel is lying on her back on the comfortable surface of the couch and doesn't seem to have her bodily functions under control. Enya sees this for the first time and dares to take a quick peek through the slit in the curtain.
As expected, the bar is empty at this late hour.
Enya turns her attention back to EVE and walks slowly across the black carpet so as not to wake her lover, then carefully gets down on her knees and looks into her lovely face. From her calm, shallow breaths, she really does seem to be asleep, but Enya can still see her hard co*ck under her white nightgown. It is literally sticking out and Madame Machine finds it quite exciting, what could have triggered this state?
“Enya...” murmured EVE.
The cautious songstress backs away a little, has she just woken up?
Obviously not, otherwise Enya always gets a so-called good morning kiss, as EVE calls it, no matter what time of day, and kisses her gently on the mouth to check. Her eyes remain closed and apart from the twitching co*ck and her hard nipples there are no other reactions, perhaps the songstress is reappearing in her confused world of thoughts, which would at least explain a few things.
Her left hand slowly moves under the white nightgown and carefully reaches for the hard boner. This initially causes a little disturbance in the angel's sleep cycle and is gone again within a few moments. In this resting state, EVE looks simply magical, begins to glide along the co*ck with light hand movements and sucks on the left hard nipple with her mouth.
“Enya...” murmured EVE.
Madame Machine would love to know what her sweetheart is dreaming about, her first time?
Or when EVE satisfied her orally for the first time?
Just thinking about it makes Enya's body unusually warm and she grabs herself between her legs to penetrate with her middle finger. She wouldn't have been able to do that a few weeks ago, but with EVE by her side, Enya is getting more and more confident and satisfying her unbridled curiosity. Or is it lust for the angel? This unusual state of EVE actually awakens her desires. Enya wants to feel the white-haired woman wearing glasses in a very specific way, but first the sensual activity continues for a few minutes. Only then does she put her plan into practice.
Madame Machine stands up and takes off her blue evening dress and hangs it on the clothes hanger.
The twitching co*ck certainly seems to be in the mood and Enya pushes the bottom of the nightgown up, then the singer plucks up her courage, sits on top of her beloved woman with her legs apart and slowly inserts the hard co*ck herself, which EVE usually does to maintain control. There's nothing worse than not being the master of the situation, as Enya has heard quite often from angel.
What Enya is experiencing right now is the exact opposite and she squints her eyes briefly before staring at EVE again.
The target is not to wake her up and that means slow rhythmic movements.
That's exactly what Enya is doing and grabs the white-haired angel's beautiful breasts with both hands, causing her legs to twitch.
Enya has often made them cum involuntarily, a known weakness that Madame Machine likes to exploit.
This time the young woman gently caresses the two curves.
It really is a fascinating experience that threatens to end the next moment.
“Enya...?” muttered EVE.
The angel gradually opens her tired eyes and sees a naked Madame Machine. “I am a dream” Enya said in a soft voice and at the same moment wonders why she said that, bends her upper body down and kisses her gently on the mouth. “You are a beautiful dream” EVE sighs softly and licks Enya's face with her tongue. At the same time, the woman wearing glasses feels her co*ck between the singer's legs.
EVE has really just dreamed of something similar, perhaps she is still in a dream phase and is reaching for Enya's hips. It all feels so real.
The hair, the face, the mouth and of course the beautiful eyes.
EVE bites her lower lip lightly, her co*ck goes crazy and the angel finds it hard to concentrate. So as not to overwhelm her girlfriend, Madame Machine straightens her upper body again and starts making rhythmic movements. Gradually, EVE's brain begins to understand that this pretty thing on her lap is not an illusion, but the naked reality and there is truly nothing better to wake up to in this restless world and passively follows the sensual goings-on. The former EIDOS fighting machine has no intention of taking the initiative to counteract a possible loss of control. When it comes to Enya, the angel has long since lost control of all her senses, which is probably part of being human.
