Skin to skin they lie, “Only expected cake,” he gasps

She whispers, “Two lonely people.”

“I’m sevent—"

“No ages.”

“You’ve often brought cake.”

“Your birthday.”

“Your gift? Touching your breast?”

“You’ve always ogled them. I wanted your touch. Yesterday, while gardening, you removed your shirt.”

“You noticed?”

“From my window. Moistened immediately.”

“At this old body?”

“Muscular, still. I longed to test.”

“Just one stroke you said.”

“My intention. Then you devilled my nipple. Bang, your sudden hardness pressed my thigh.”

Laughs, “Fastest stripping ever.”

“So powerful, orgasmic heaven.”

“So wet, so hungry. More cake tomorrow?”

“Could become habitual.”