Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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In even so he continued to beat, when he didn't stop and when minutes later when he came back screaming and moaning he was still fucked, powerful beats made him gasp and moan, in which he felt fear pain pleasure apprehension the demon spread its wings amidst the blows in and out and shrouded in red flames and never stop releasing the flames from your eyes. 


When he felt the hot seeds like lava coating and spilling out of him like jets and he was startled when he felt them both fly and him being held by his hips without ever stopping to pound, in which he was coming once more in demonic hands that were wet of sticky semen, and in the midst of their semen-coated hole, in which they were accompanied. 


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