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

When he had one of the demons he wasn't holding close up and grabbed his cock, it was starting to pump in the same frenzied rhythm of the thrusts, it felt like the demons were strong holding him in place, even though he struggled halfway through the thrusts. and beats within it in strength and depth. 


Their loud thumps and the noise and deep thrusts, their screams muffled by the thunder, their wet bodies, were being thrust hard, he groaned and screamed with each beat, each in and out, in and out, he turned his neck, swallowing water and the demon that was slinging him climbed up on his back, for each scorching pounding thrust with deep slaps. 


Several wet sucking noises of sucking and moans, his own cock being pumped in time with the beats, with the rattling thrusts thrusting forcefully by his strong hands and his partner, annoyances increased by the beats in precision with each intrusion and hitting hard his prostate, with his cock hard and thick about to burst. 


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