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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The movement with his pelvis bumping belly to belly scraping his pubic hair at her entrance kissing her face and lips and he smacked and slammed his testicles through and through all his rings reaching a point where it made him gasp. 


- Please... please... - he begged amid the thrusts and rolling his hips, seeing stars and moaning he screamed and moaned he felt panting and panting rocking the bed squeaking the stirrups grating the metal on the floor, and rocking with force. 


That it was impossible to keep up with his hips slamming and pounding thrusting with his pelvis in thrusts, at the same angle he heard and heard growls, pumping his cock with the same speed as the thrusts became harder and harder, trapped between their bodies waves of electricity coursed through his body. 


Waves of orgasms ensued he moaned and moaned he gasped amidst the frantic thrusts mercilessly pounding his prostate restlessly at the same angle. 


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