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 its madly frantic beats going through each ring of muscle, hot and steaming penis, to be immobilized once more, but again his heart stopped for lack of oxygen and started beating again and breathing the air he didn't know if he had the enough... the darkness swallowed him being greeted again by lights that blinded his vision, in which they were followed by waves of pleasure for each thrust pushing and pulling returning consciousness amid the beats being greeted by lights of pleasure that exploded in his eyes. 


- Fuck... Fuck... - Between gasps and shrill screams he screamed and moaned the slaps of skin against skin he screamed with each onslaught of waves of pleasure slamming his insides pounding and pounding faster and faster. 


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