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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Moaned the dragon of darkness that had its legs raised with the brutal attacks of the demon that seemed not to get tired, until with a wave of pleasure it came with a powerful squirt in the hand of the demon Trigondo with its arms spread. 


He was moaning as the demon was still pounding inside him, the smaller man was feeling his inner walls contract with it the pain of penetration along with the pleasure of something more and more inside a psychic scream or something. 


He was in the strangest shape of a demon shifting more like a pointy-headed demon and a cock that squirted inside him with a few more thrusts, oozing a sticky liquid coating his insides. 


Then the demon landed on top of the breathing human still inside the human with his cock twitching. 


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