Chapter 193: Just Your Constant…

Akira turned, seeing a figure through the steam.

Mei-san stepped into the bathroom, her robe falling to the floor. “Mei-san?”

She stood in the open doorway of the shower, completely naked, her silk robe already a forgotten puddle of fabric on the tiled floor behind her. Steam swirled around her mature, voluptuous body like a living caress.

Akira’s eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every inch with raw hunger.

Her face was calm and composed, with gentle yet knowing eyes that locked onto his. Then his gaze traveled lower. Her heavy, rounded breasts hung full and soft, swaying slightly with each breath she took.

The dark pink nipples were already stiff and pebbled from the sudden rush of humid heat, water droplets clinging to the sensitive buds like tiny jewels, making them glisten invitingly.

His gaze dragged further down, past the gentle swell of her belly, straight to the smooth, bare mound of her pussy.

Her plump outer lips were slightly parted under the falling water, revealing the slick, glistening pink inner folds. Her clit peeked out, swollen and flushed a deeper rose, while the entrance to her fleshy tunnel shone with more than just shower water… a faint sheen of her natural arousal mixing with the spray.

Mei-san stepped fully into the shower without hesitation.

The moment the hot spray hit her skin, her long dark hair darkened instantly, clinging wetly to her shoulders and the curve of her back like silk ribbons.

She closed the glass door behind her with a soft click, sealing them together in the thick steam and heat that made the small space feel even more intimate.

“I need to ask you something,” she said, her voice steady and low even as her naked body moved closer until they were only inches apart. “And I need you to be honest with me, Akira-kun.”

Akira’s cock twitched hard at the sight of her mature curves, already thickening again even after everything that had happened with Ayaka.

The heavy shaft bobbed under the water, veins starting to stand out prominently as blood rushed in, the head swelling darker with every heartbeat.

“Ask,” he managed to say in a rough voice.

Mei-san’s hands came up to rest on his wet chest, fingers splaying wide over his muscles, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “Are you in real danger?”

“Yes.”

Her thumbs brushed slowly across his nipples, sending electric sparks straight down to his cock. “Is it something you can handle alone?”

“I don’t know.”

She stepped even closer until her full, heavy tits pressed firmly against his chest. The soft, warm flesh molded perfectly to his harder body, her stiff nipples dragging across his skin as water streamed down the deep valley of her cleavage, making her boobs slide slickly against him.

“Then you have to be safe,” she whispered, eyes never leaving his.

Mei-san rose onto her toes and kissed him.

It was slow and deep, nothing rushed or frantic like the night before. Her tongue slid against his, tasting clean and warm while hot water poured over their joined mouths, making everything slick and intimate.

Their lips moved together unhurriedly, tongues brushing in lazy circles, the steam thickening around them as the kiss deepened.

Akira groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating between them. His hands finally moved to grip her waist, feeling the soft curve of her mature hips under his palms, fingers digging into the plush flesh.

When she pulled back just enough to speak, her lips were still brushing his, water dripping from both their chins. “You carry too much weight for someone your age.”

“I have to.”

“No.” She shook her head slowly, wet strands of hair sticking to her cheeks and neck.

One hand stayed on his chest, nails lightly scraping, while the other slid downward, over his abs, tracing every ridge until her fingers wrapped fully around his now fully hard cock.

His cock instantly throbbed in her hot palm, the thick shaft pulsing in her grip.

She stroked him slowly under the water, pulling from the thick base all the way to the swollen head.

Her thumb circled the sensitive ridge each time, spreading the precum that was already steadily leaking from the slit.

The water made everything slippery. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her hand gliding over his veiny shaft mixed with the steady hiss of the shower, echoing loudly in the small tiled space.

She pumped him deliberately, twisting her wrist on every upstroke and squeezing just below the head as more precum oozed out, only to be washed away instantly.

“What’s the difference between having to and choosing to?” she asked, still stroking him with that steady, maddening rhythm, her heavy tits jiggling softly with each movement of her arm.

“I don’t know anymore,” Akira admitted as her fingers squeezed gently at the base, making the fat head swell even darker and leak another thick bead.

“Choice means you can also choose to let someone else help carry it.” She gave his cock a slow, twisting stroke, thumb pressing right under the head while her other hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently. “I’m offering. That’s not a burden.”

Akira’s own hand moved between her thighs. His fingers found her already hot and dripping pussy. Two thick digits parted her outer lips and sank deep into her tight, fleshy tunnel.

She was soaked, warmer than the shower water, silky walls rippling and clenching around his intrusion immediately.

He curled his fingers, stroking that spongy spot deep inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit and circled it in firm, steady pressure. A third finger joined the first two, stretching her hole wider, pumping in and out with wet, squelching sounds that echoed under the spray.

Mei-san gasped softly, her hips rocking forward into his hand, pushing her cunt onto his fingers greedily.

Her heavy tits bounced lightly with each thrust of his hand, water streaming over the full curves and dripping from her hard nipples.

“You’ve been spreading yourself too thin,” she breathed, never once stopping the slow pump of her hand on his throbbing cock. “All these girls… all these responsibilities. You need someone who can handle you. All of you.”

Akira leaned down and captured one of her stiff nipples between his lips, sucking hard while his three fingers fucked her deeper, faster. Water streamed over her breast straight into his mouth as he licked and sucked the sensitive bud, teeth grazing lightly.

He switched to the other tit, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while his fingers curled relentlessly inside her fleshy tunnel, his thumb never stopping on her clit.

“Is that what you want?” he growled around her nipple, plunging his finger in and out of her creamy hole with obscene wet sounds. “To handle me?”

Mei-san’s breath hitched sharply as his fingers sped up, thumb rubbing tight, relentless circles on her swollen clit.

Her inner walls fluttered wildly around his digits, gripping them like a vice. “I want to be your foundation,” she panted, her voice shaky but still so steady even as the pleasure built. “The one you come back to. Not your first. Not your favourite. Just your constant.”

Her pussy suddenly clamped down hard around his three fingers.

Mei-san’s first orgasm crashed over her with surprising force. Her legs trembled, knees buckling slightly as her fleshy tunnel spasmed violently around his digits. A hot gush of clear fluid mixed with thick cream squirted against his palm in pulsing bursts, washing away instantly under the spray.

She cried out softly; it wasn’t a scream, but a deep, broken moan that echoed in the tiled space. Her heavy tits heaved, her nipples rock-hard and sensitive as she rode his fingers through the climax, hips grinding desperately.

Even through her climax, her hand never stopped stroking his throbbing cock, pulling him right to the edge with her, thumb smearing more precum.

But Akira didn’t stop.

He kept fingering her through the aftershocks, slowing only slightly before speeding up again. Mei-san’s second orgasm hit her almost immediately after the first one. It was smaller compared to the first but sharper, her pussy fluttering and squirting another hot rush around his fingers as she gasped his name, her body shuddering hard against him, inner walls milking his digits rhythmically.

“Mia is your passion,” she gasped, still riding the aftershocks, inner walls fluttering around his fingers. “The others are your excitement, your novelty. But I… I can be your stability. Your home.”

Akira finally pulled his fingers free, glistening with her thick cream and squirt. He gently spun her around. Mei-san braced both hands on the tiled wall, arching her back beautifully and pushing her ass toward him.

Water poured down her spine, running between her full ass cheeks and dripping from her swollen pussy lips. Her hole winked open and closed, pink and glistening, puffy from the two orgasms, but still begging for more.

Akira gripped her soft hips, lined up the fat, leaking head of his cock against her dripping entrance, and rubbed the swollen head up and down her slit to coat himself in her cream.

Then he pushed inside her slowly.

Her tight, fleshy tunnel stretched around him inch by thick inch, hot silk gripping every vein and ridge. Mei-san moaned long and deep as he sank deeper, until his heavy balls pressed firmly against her clit and he was buried to the absolute root inside her mature cunt.

“Fuck… so thick,” she whispered, pushing back against him, her inner walls rippling greedily around his full length. “Now move. Let me feel all of you.”

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