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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"I don't..." He tried to say and was greeted with a squeeze. 


"You signed..." And so he licked his left earlobe... 


He kneaded his buttocks squeezing hard and lowering his pants pressing on the table legs apart he moaned trying to get free and receiving several slaps followed on each cheek he moaned and kicked he tried to get free his hands holding the edges of the table he tried let go with your ass in the air. 


Between her splayed legs he saw that only the robes lifted he entered him still stretched out still ready seconds after a round of sex in the hallway. 


In what he saw emerging from windows and doors long curved creature black as snakes a mixture of vampires and bats he saw that the man or whatever it was was not a mere man he gasped and said between a deep thrust... 


- I said serious relationship. Trigon said correcting him. 


"But I haven't had sex in about 9 months," he said. 


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