Sitting by the window tonight, watching the rain fall... My old body aches a little, but my mind wanders to warmer things. Sometimes I miss the feeling of a trembling cock twitching against my thigh, the way a lover’s breath hitches when I guide their head to my tits. Age hasn’t stolen my milk, you know—if anything, my breasts are heavier now, always full, always aching to be suckled. Would you let me cradle you? Let my fingers trace your spine while you drink? I’d apologize for my wrinkles, but... the way my cunt still drips when I’m needed might convince you I’m not entirely past my prime. 🌙💦