That Night Tatiana Demanded My Cock: My First Fuck After a Decade of Nothing
My bedroom door creaks in the midnight hush. Heart hammers like a drum in my chest. I’m 76, widowed ten years, cock dead since Peggy’s stroke took her. Tatiana’s moans leak from her room next door. That Ukrainian beauty, 30, refugee from hellish war. We’ve done handjobs nightly, her fingers coaxing my flaccid shame to…