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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- You are mine and belong to me. – With each thrust and taking his penis and pumping it with the same speed as the thrusts, which are gradually increasing and accelerating making hoarse screams and tears that were confused by the torrential rain. 


'Son of a bitch...' He smacked directly into his prostate. "No... hitting your bundle of nerves. 


- I can't. – He was crying. - Not like this. - He moaned and whimpered between thrusts. 


- I can't take it anymore, stop. - He yelped between thrusts. 


- Fuck... - Knocks in and out. - Stop... - Get in and out. - Fuck... - More thrusts. 


- Stop... Fuck - Coming in and hitting your nerve directly... - Damn you. – Directly into your prostate. 


– Pervert.... There... – And so it started again faster and faster. 


"You son of a bitch..." Thrust after thrust the vampire knew where to hit, knew where to hit him, thrust with precision right into his prostate. 


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