Timeless echoes: a steampunk tale of love, age, and surprise

In the heart of the Steampunk era, a 40-year-old blonde woman, with brown eyes, no makeup, a ponytail, and bare legs, stood by her bed. Her perfect fingers traced the edge of an empty blackboard in a college uniform, her shaved pussy visible beneath. A young, tanned woman with a petite frame and miniature boobs knelt before her, shock etched on her green-eyed face. The sun set over golden clouds as vintage airships and planes filled the sky behind them, their gears and wheels contrasting with the serene winter scene outside the open window. On the wall hung a masterpiece, an 8k high-res image of a flat-breasted, hairy grandmother, her small tits swaying in the wind as she held a flintlock and belt adorned with antique pistols and edged weapons.