After my husband's passing, who will ever hold me again? Though I've reached the age where they call me a milf, my body still thrives with feminine desire. What I truly crave is a virile man—strong and potent enough to thrust his cock deep inside me and make me forget all sorrow. Following a quiet funeral, without even changing out of my mourning dress, I surrender to a night of unrestrained lust. Still clad in black, my body trembling with pent-up desire, five men surround me one after another. Their fierce, passionate encounters gradually reawaken my heart and fill me with burning pleasure once more.