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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When he kind of swam between waking up and unconsciousness, in which he again forced lying down and with his legs spread from lying on his back and again his mouth fucked, in which the Suzaku demon slowly climbed on top of him to the point of putting himself lying on his back. chest and shoving his hard and dripping cock into his face forcing him to swallow that large member. 


It was like what he almost asphyxiated in the midst of forcing a new blowjob for several minutes forcing him to suck from the greeting to the base slamming his testicles into his chin in a back-and-forth motion, in which he finally stuck his pointed tail. in his hole bending him and in the midst of himself being sucked his legs hopelessly spread. 


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