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Melanie woke up exhausted from the evening’s debauchery. She rolled over in Armando’s bed - it usually felt so massive and empty, even when they both were in it. But this morning, it felt tiny, minuscule even. Melanie had no idea how many bodies had crawled in and out of that bed last night, it was simply a blur.
She watched as Armando slept peacefully, his face though ruggedly weathered with handsome age lines that made him look all the more like a distinguished poet looked like a baby when he slept. She giggled silently looking at her sleeping little babe.
Melanie lifted the sheet to look at Armando’s c**k. Even though it wasn't hard, it still was impressive. She noticed two shades of lipstick on the shaft and smiled thinking about the two girls that had joined in last night’s orgy
