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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With his cock dripping on the sheets staining him and he got harder until he pulsed and squirted wetting the sheet, with that then it was soaking him but even then he didn't stop for another ten minutes he was still sucking it loose his legs he thrust his fingers into and thrust into his prostate. 


All this, when he once again came, until he had ejaculated the last drop on the sheets and then he climbed on top of him amidst the sodden sheets sticky and dirty, even without caring about the mess, and he kept climbing through the dirty sheets he positioned himself on top of him still with his post-coital moans. 


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