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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- You're still wet, stretched out and ready for me. - He said between thrusts. – Very ready to be fucked. – He growled. 


- You son of a bitch. – The bat man groaned. 


He lunged with more and more speed feeling his testicles thudding, he screamed and moaned amid growls and his gasps running his hands on his hips one hand holding his hips the other moving away to his groin. 


Then, taking his cock pulling and pushing pumping his cock at the same speed of the thrusts he moaned and moaned more and more crouching and pushing he was impaled by the man the penis passing and passing pushing and thrusting hitting and hitting where he restlessly hit his prostate. 


Amidst the frantic pounding directly into his restless prostate he moaned and screamed, the first words amid waves of electricity and lights that ripped through him. 


- Fuck... Ah... Ah... Ouch... Fuck... - He moaned and screamed in between thrusts and deep thumps directly into his prostate. 


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