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9: The Marks on His Back

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Andre's POV

After Carmen left, I strolled through the quiet house while trying to process all that had happened about 6 hours ago. I needed to have hot coffee. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. I stood there in the kitchen for over 10 minutes, shirtless, waiting for the coffee machine to finish, and the silence in the house was doing things to my head. Six hours ago this apartment had Carmen’s voice in it, her perfume, her breathing, the sounds she made when I was fuck
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