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 with his legs raised he knelt on top of the headstone, and he placed his fingers first one then two making a scissor shape and beating faster and faster inside her, as her screams and moans of pain and pleasure were muffled by the the sounds of thunder and the roar of the wind. 


As thunder and lightning were seen throughout the sky of Lovecraft County City, he used his fingers to penetrate his anus, where he began to suck his penis, and to take small bites on his thighs and groin, without marking or piercing completely. and the thrusts became faster and faster, and soon another finger was added, it was forming three fingers. 


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