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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As for the demon on top of him, when they'd stopped there as he was recovering from postcoital, and the demon had recovered faster as it placed small kisses on his chest, he had literally gone mad with pleasure, as they stood there. standing still, Ifrithis came out of him, with a tug of his teeth releasing a stream of semen and a trickle of his semen oozing yet connected between them. 


He was watching it slip between his hole and down between his groin the soft penis hanging there and the penis and as it flowed from inside his soft penis swaying between his legs and he licked his lips, which was accompanied with an expression of pain, and a groan of mixed pleasure from him and dripping onto the floor, legs splayed, slack and trembling. 


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