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 want..." He tried to say, but only received by demanding lips and a struggle between wills and dominance of tongues that fought inside their mouths and two fingers in his anus, going in and out being greeted with a mixture of heat and the freshness. - Stop Trigon... - He said between thrusts and hungry kisses while sucking her neck and biting her nipples. 


So her legs splayed and feeling the hard cock in her abdomen with urgency, and the panting breaths in response and her blue eyes and her moans, filling the room only covered by her own bats watching from the ceiling. 


He was squealing and fluttering, he was fully stretched and being opened with their hot bodies each rubbing against each other and screaming and moaning together he felt the man's fingers moving in and out faster and faster and more accurately hitting his prostate. 


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