Sanemaru stands in the bathing pool, holding Mei's lower body up in front of his face by clasping her thighs together against his chest.
Supporting herself up over the wooden rim with tight, hand-filling titties smooshed along the bench-like seat, her modestly curvy frame is angled like a defenseless wheelbarrow.
Exhaling vaporous moans into steamy air as he buries stubble encircled lips into sable-trimmed, mauve velvet, Mei grips at cobblestone flooring to keep from face-planting the floor in bliss.
Grinding into his face, yearning for her clam to get stuffed during a generously polished pearl session, Mei's silent wish is granted when Sanemaru's girthy tongue investigates her shrinking corridor.
Expanding the opening as his tongue digs deeper, his face endures a pillowy earthquake which causes his tongue to thrash inside. Shimmying her legs against his body, she's incapable of escaping the secure embrace.
Mei bucks and grinds, swimming in the overwhelming pressure building behind a door that has long since been knocked upon. Striking at the compromised walls surrounding her bullied gate, Sanemaru's surprised to get blasted by a spray of heady arousal as she convulses to the floor out of breath.
Gripping the woman tighter as he feels her body shifting into a new form, he works harder to grasp a hold of slippery, wrinkled skin that pulls away from muscle and bone. Staring past the sea of dimples adding personality to her suddenly droopy butt, the protruding bones of her humped spine POPS and CRACKS when she suddenly crawls away from him to rise to her feet.
Shaken, staring down at liver spotted, venous hands with long, broken yellowed nails, the hag turns her back to him. Patches of thin, straight white and silver hair are matted around a balding scalp while sticking to the translucent skin of her frail shoulders in messy waves.
Panting, frantically touching over her geriatric, warted nose, "I'm sorry, I–."
Attempting three times to look back at the strapping stallion from over her shoulder, she gives up when now blue-green eyes look down to see pendulous breasts that hang semi-deflated past her navel with large, hard nipples pointing at the ground.
Swallowing dryly as her heartbeat calms, haggard breaths whistle through the gaps of missing teeth, "You did so well I. . ."
Gathering her breasts in her arms with folds of skin spilling over their forearmed cradle, Mei straightens her back the best she can. Sucking in the pouch of her lower stomach tight enough to compress her belly button with stretch-marked skin, Mei lifts her chin high.
Confidently facing her lover, she watches a chocolate covered brick house climb the stairs out of the water while eyeing her seductively. Mei's knees rub and slide together as she feels the radiating fires of her pit birthing lava past stretched, puffy lower lips.
Entranced as he smoothly steps out of the pool with a smoldering grin across fully kissable lips, the water dripping from his body adds to the wet, darkening stone floor around them.
Watching steaming water run down the flexing, defined ridges of every iron muscle as he closes in on her, Mei nearly salivates when he stops at the distance of his kingly staff pressing its tip into her soft belly.
Shuddering at the overpowering lust radiating from his aura into her, Mei's stunned when he tenderly cups her cheek. Guiding her to look at him as he hunches to get closer to her face, "I know what you are," comforting fingers drop to cup her neck.
Caressing a new double chin then turkey neck with his thumb while staring deep into the sparkling green light within her eyes, "I knew your true form the moment I saw you."
The bass in his soothing voice almost snatches another orgasm from her womb, "Don't be shy. Or embarrassed."
Planting a firm kiss on her forehead before staring at her with a serene smile, Mei suddenly melts into his arms. Sustaining her upright position on his immovable frame as the tension in her arthritic knees threaten to give out, he cradles the now shorter woman hunching her body into his.
Inadvertently trapping his raging cock between two pendulous breasts and their stomachs as she holds him tight, Sanemaru holds back the urge to buck his hips and fuck the warm, moist folds of her upper body.
Sighing into his curl dusted chest, "I can't remember the last time I revealed my true self to a man," she feebly looks up into storm gray eyes as her own eyes gloss over with emotion, "You would not rather be blind than to look at me?"
Taking a shaky step back from the liberating enfold of his arms, she removes his hands from her arms to stand before him; naked and vulnerable, she remains bare without any effort to straighten her back, contain her unruly breasts, suck in her stomach, or hold her chin up high to display a confidence she doesn't really have.
"Pffft," Sanemaru rolls his eyes then takes a step to close the distance between them, swiftly lifting his dick up against his abs to trap it between their stomachs again, "A body is a meaningless shell."
Rolling his hips into her belly while leading her hands to suffocate his dick with her elongated bosom, "You have everything I need right now, just the way you are."
Kissing her larger-than-before ear with a gruff whisper, "And no one tastes as special as you," his right hand moves in to cup the dewy petals of her orchid.
Surrendering to the throes of passion with a moaning coo as he strokes and prods her sensitive cunny, Mei succumbs to expert digits. Tantalizing his throbbing cock with her doughy, marshmallowy breasts, he soon squats to pick her up.
Straddling powerful hips while wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, each step he takes to carry her to the bath is filled with the sweltering friction of his schlong; nudging her slit harder and deeper until he reaches the bench-seat wall, he steps in the water to sit on the wood with her in his lap.
Caressing every inch of her body as she moans and gasps between the butterfly turned vixen kisses he plants on shriveled lips, Sanemaru soon turns to straddle the bench seat with one leg in the water on a step and the other on the cobblestone floor.
Mei sits in his lap facing him, laying the straddled steed back along the wooden wall; sliding slick folds along the underside of his needy shaft, glossing his pipe with her condensation, he's quick to grasp her breasts.
Massaging them in his hands while suckling her nipples, one at a time then both at the same time, she bites back whimpering moans for more. Rubbing and prodding a drying nipple with his thumb while milking her teat, an attentive mouth jiggles the other with his tongue between nipping lips.
Working to suck her nipples hard and wet enough to free them with a 'pop', he then spanks her ass. Groping the meatiest part of her bleu cheese bottom with a jiggle, he bounces her juicy slit up and down the underside of his dick.
Capturing her gaze the moment they lock eyes again, he demands in a sultry tone, "Sit on my face."
Rising from his body, taking in the sight of his delectable form on display at the precipice of a steaming bath, she throws the mourning over her long lost, youthful beauty to the wind; planting her knees in the crooks of his neck to sit on his face, hungry eyes tear apart the muscular V of his hips that point to the leaning, stone tower with two boulders at its base.
Pleasantly surprised that she decided to deliver pleasure unto him as he delivers it to her, they waste no time exploring each other's lower bodies with their fingers, lips and tongues.
Each time his tongue curls and circles her engorged, conch pearl, Mei's lips suction only the mushroom tip of his cock– lavishing the same delicate ministrations upon his bobbing meat.
Velvety hands glide down the part of his shaft not yet in her mouth to stroke and fondle the protruding veins that stop at his hairless base and balls.
Calloused palms grip and knead the tension from her butt and boney hips until they work to spread her further apart. Seeing every outline of her innermost being, Sanemaru gently laps and kisses from the crook of her salt and pepper groin to the first fold of her outer lips.
Gradually working his way around the outside in, gentle laps and kisses become suctioning, tongue rolling licks to her gooey center.
Moaning against his silky flesh as she suckles and pumps languidly down a little then back to the tip, drool runs from the corners of her mouth as she forces her throat to stretch around his mass upon finally reaching the halfway point.
Groaning into her petals, Sanemaru refrains wild bucks that beg for more by thrusting his tongue into her pitted fruit and grinding his chin into her clit. Gagging out moans against his over-stuffing sausage, Mei works harder to take as much of him into her throat as possible.
Wriggling and slapping her tongue against him while twisting her mouth up his shaft to the tip for quick breaths of air, suffocation follows when he suddenly grabs her arms and pulls towards him; driving her to ride his face harder and faster with each wrenching jerk as her ecstasy rises, her mouth bobs up and down his cock against her will.
Clogging her throat, drawing out gasping coughs and pools of saliva, Mei's eyes roll back into her head from the lack of air and another orgasm explodes from her breaking dam.
Drenching his raging boner in bubbly spit, her gagged moans become breathy screams that are cut short over and over. Sanemaru shifts between nose swipes, deep lunges, and gentle laps along her slit, expertly giving her everything she needs to gush on his face again.
Freeing her arms as she doggedly pants on top of his hard body, Sanemaru teases her overflowing honey pot with his thumbs. Rough fingers lightly taunt her exposed nerve ending before two index fingers wiggle their way inside to stretch her apart.
Begging, "Please!" she cups his dick while slathering all that is uncovered with a salivating tongue and suctioning kisses, "I need you now!"
Stroking his glazed swivel stick in both her hands, twisting and tugging while flicking her tongue over the tip, she utters between words, "I. . .need. . . you. . .inside me."
With a gasping moan in the blink of an eye, he has her standing on a step in the water with her body bent over the wooden bench; behind her in the bath, he lines himself up to penetrate her defenseless pussy--balls deep--in one fell swoop.
Arching her back with a throaty, grunting scream, she moans blissfully as he rests inside her for a moment. Tenderly paving his way out of her collapsing tunnel with rhythmic rolls of his hips, Sanemaru switches between making love to her and fucking her like a rotten whore.
Taking everything she has to give until she's weak and breathless from cumming so hard, she gasps for him to stop.
Relinquishing his power over her, he lays her back on the bench.
Mei's chest heaves for air as her breasts slide to her armpits, only to be gathered in his large hands. Holding himself up over her, he lathers the wild milk sacks with suctioning kisses and devouring licks before sitting on her stomach to fuck her titties.
Cocking her head back, bucking her hips, she revels in the feel of his fingers pinching and tugging her swollen nipples while smashing slippery, sloppy titties against his ravenous desire.
Shooting a large load across her chest and face with a neigh, she revels in the hot goo as it dribbles down the crooks of her neck and past her ears.
Riding the high of a good time, they dunk into the bath to rinse off before she sits in his lap with the water covering their bodies from the neck down.
A wistful sigh leaves her partially toothless smile as the side of her head rests in the crook of his neck. Water ripples around her chin as it makes contact on certain syllables, "You make me feel young and beautiful again."
Holding him tighter while caressing his legs with hers in the bath, "As if this version of me could be desired by someone for more than a night. . ."
Chuckling softly, he rubs her upper arm to bring her even closer and kiss her temple, "Every version of you could be desired by someone. I can prove it if you come with us."
Silent for a long moment, Mei finally confesses, "I would only waste your time."
Sure of herself while raising her head to look him in his eyes, "I know what I am. And how I like to live. I'd rather stay shackled to what I know, than be free in a world that will only attempt to shackle me for its own gain."
"Hm," Sanemaru leans his head back against the wooden wall with his eyes shut, "I know, first hand, how scary change can be."
Rubbing the protruding ridges of her vertebrae through frail skin while storm gray eyes open to look at the dark, wooden ceiling, "But if even a tiny part of you feels out of sync with the rest, because you know you want more out of life than what you already know. . ."
Shrugging nonchalantly, "Then eventually that quiet voice becomes a nagging scream."
Lifting his head to meet her blue-green, sunken gaze surrounded by crow's feet indentations, "Even I'm not the horse I once was. If you join me, at least life won't be so lonely for you anymore."
Sighing in exasperation before a smile stretches her lips, the Yama Uba kisses along his stubble-covered jaw to his lips before she climbs into his lap for more.