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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Then crumpled in his spread hands falling to the floor and pushing and pulling he screamed and groaned and the man tugged at his neck and sank his fangs into his flesh his jugular drinking like it was just wine a tasty wine and refreshing swigs hot and wonderful. 


When he screaming and pulling his hips thrusting with his pelvis rhythmic movements of the hips his body slamming and he tried to push the man or rather vampire to be slapped in the buttocks and brutal motion slapping wet. 


Between the hard slaps of skin against skin, the movement of the pelvis, his cock trapped in her hands pumping in increasingly wild and animalistic movements, brutal and powerful, mercilessly hitting their prostates. 


Between the crackling slaps of their bodies beating and pounding with speed and fury and their screams amid pleasure the pleasure doubled with fury and anxiety waves of pleasure electricity coursed through his body every pore of his body enveloped in waves of electricity. 


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