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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It was when he was lying next to him and he was caressing him, in which he was on top of him completely lying down, in which he then penetrated him pushing and pulling up and down his pelvis for several minutes going in and out he held his shoulders and she kept him pinned beneath him as she fucked him in a steady fashion, slamming his balls into his ass with each hard thrust in and out of him. 


When he was being rewarded by screams and moans and gasps, the Suzaku demon would suck and lick his neck and then hug him back and forth until he tightened his hole around the Suzaku demon's penis, whereupon the constant stimulation, with the sure thump on his prostate sent him coming toward the floor and collapsing, the Suzaku demon rising and falling until he came too soon after. 


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