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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His own cock softened between their stomachs, the man growled whispering in her face amidst his cock pressed and mashed between his rings of muscle. 


- Relax a little so I don't hurt you. - Between his moans and gasps he heard his back arch more. 


- I can not. - He heard gasp and he howled with pleasure groaned and screamed the man growled on top of him and so said. 


“It's good to know I'm the first. And so he pulled his lips and kissed him, a wet, possessive sound and kissed languidly to each ring open and straining hard and the veins of his passing cock, and he groaned and heard a growl and another. 


He groaned and groaned until he felt his testicles slam into his ass, his balls hitting his buttocks, tears streaming from his eyes, and he lowered himself to his chest and sucked on each of her nipples, biting and sucking each nipple. 


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