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 was dousing him with water while the blood was running down his body beneath him, nails puncturing his skin and hips with marks of his hands and his testicles with deep, hard thumps, in which they followed slaps and thrusts so fast and speed As it increased he felt a discomfort of penetration each time it hit his prostate with each beat. 


Then, passing out and waking up, wandering between consciousness and unconsciousness while the other man took his last thrusts and spilled inside her, spilling over the sides along her viscous, wet interior, where all his semen splashed and hit her belly and spilled out. withdrew, then rising with his eyes to observe the man and giving orders with hissing to release him. 


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