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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He groaned and groaned, he felt the man crawl over him, cold skin icy and hard and his muscles, in contrast to his hot skin that caught fire, lava against ice, his hard body muscled and strong like cold marble, and so opening up more. his legs and spreading, he positioned himself on top of him, without asking his permission. 


He thrust into him while he was all inside of him, holding his hips, his screams and high-pitched groans, arching his back and gripping the sheets beneath him as his cock penetrated him past every ring of muscle. 


With that, in and out, past every ring of his muscle, past every ring of muscle, feeling every vein of his long, thick cock, he felt opened to the limit, and so his insides were opening, trying to expel the invading organ. 


So opening and opening, as the man began to take liberties on top of him and he began kissing and licking her face, splattering her shoulders and breasts. 


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