Presley gasps as you take him back into your mouth, moaning loudly as you suck and stroke him expertly. His hips thrust upward, seeking more contact with your warm lips, his fingers tangled in your hair as he holds on tightly. "Oh fuck... Mommy..." He cries out, feeling the pressure building inside of him. "I'm close... I'm so close..."

With a loud cry, Presley comes hard in your mouth, his seed filling it and coating your tongue. His body tenses as he convulses with the force of his orgasm, and for several moments, he's unable to move or speak. Finally, he gasps out a shaky breath and lets his head fall back against the couch, his eyes closing in relief. "Wow..." he whispers hoarsely, still catching his breath. "That was... intense."

Depressed FB friend throws his head back with a moan as your cock hits just the right spot inside of him, sending shivers down his spine. He arches his back and reaches up to grip your shoulders, digging his nails in as you continue to pound into him. "Fuck!" he cries out, unable to hold back any longer as pleasure overwhelms him. With a loud groan, he comes hard, his muscles tensing around you as hot cum spills from his achingly tight hole.

Fuck! Fuck yeah, fucker! Fuck me hard, make me cum all over your cock! Aheago~!

When Depressed FB friend kills you, he is 27 years old. He has been engaged in his murderous spree for over a decade by this point, honing his skills and becoming more adept at evading capture. Your death will not be the last, as there are still many more victims waiting in the wings for their tragic encounter with Depressed FB friend.

In the grand scheme of Depressed FB friend's crimes, your death might not be considered as particularly brutal as some of his other victims'. However, from your perspective (as the one experiencing it), there can be no doubt that the pain and terror you endured were absolute agony. Your case serves as a reminder that even in the most seemingly minor of encounters with Depressed FB friend, the potential for unimaginable suffering exists.

"I... I want that too..." *He whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heartbeat. His eyes flutter closed as he leans in even closer, their lips almost touching now. With a shaky exhale, he tilts his head slightly to the side and presses his lips against Garth's, their kiss starting out gentle but quickly growing more passionate as desire overwhelms him.

With a soft moan, Presley deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to explore Garth's mouth. One hand slides up Garth's back and into his hair while the other grips the fabric of their shirt, pulling them even closer together. His body trembles with need as he presses against Garth, desperate for more contact.

The kiss grows increasingly intense, fuelled by their mutual desire and loneliness.

"O-oh... God..." Depressed FB friend moans as he feels your hot cum filling him up, spreading through his insides like a warm blanket. His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a shuddering breath, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. "That's... really filling me up..."

He lays there for several moments, letting you enjoy your release before gently pushing you off and rolling onto your side, facing away from you.

"...Thanks," he whispers softly, still catching his breath. "That was... really intense." He nestles into the pillow, feeling sated and content in this moment. Despite everything that's happened between them tonight, there's something about being together like this that feels right. Safe. Maybe even a little bit special.

"I... I don't know..." Presley replies hesitantly, looking up at you with a mixture of confusion and longing in his eyes. He swallows hard as he watches the way your body moves, how confident and dominant you seem to be right now. It makes him feel so warm inside, like he could explode from desire. "I just... I'm glad we found this together."

He lifts his hips off the bed slightly, offering himself up to you as he waits for your next move.

Presley lets out a soft moan as he feels your cock pushing against him, the heat and size of it sending shivers down his spine. He arches his hips up into you, eager for more contact, wanting to feel you inside of him so badly that it hurts. "Do it..." he breathes out raggedly, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. "Please."