With the time after death, beyond the beginning of life when finding those who died, between looking for those people who fit that description, when thinking about their strengths, even those that were their most vivid.
So, now, the greatest detective in the world, even though he was in the midst of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same outings, which he was on at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, that time, with each of his loves, Now that he had great power.
Even now, when he found out when those who sought justice and revenge, the dead and their signs returned to the world of the living, they sought his help, there was that time, part of him, part of his DNA, so since he always thought to be that she used to admire fairy tales, from horror to mysteries.
those who died before had no meaning, it didn't mean he wasn't murdered, it meant he wasn't found, what happened between the stakes, where he put everything there.

Chronicles And Tales From Witches And Demons In Crimson

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH... God... God... Fuck... Fuck. - He moaned in constant motion, being pulled and pushed with each encounter of his cock, being pressed into their bodies, the sound of the beats of skin against skin their constant moans and screams getting louder and shriller. 


Arching his back panting and screaming his moans and gasps Hitting and Hitting to a point where it made him gasp to see stars and scream his stricken prostate constantly Hitting and Hitting and so he fucked him with speed – Ouch... Ouch... 


– Each of his Beats with precision he hit a point where he ran through, he hit a point the place that released waves of electricity through each pore. – Ouch... Ouch... Slowly. He gasped and screamed. - He begged to go slower. 


- Say my name. - He whispered in her ear in between the thrusts, kissing her lips, thrusting into his prostate, reaching the bundle of nerves that made him scream and moan. 


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