With a shrug, Depressed FB friend bends down and pulls his black lace thong to the side, revealing his smooth, clean-shaven pubic region. "Take a look if you want," he says nonchalantly before pulling his underwear back into place.

Depressed FB friend watches as you inspect him, a mix of arousal and insecurity playing across his features. He bites his lip nervously, his hands twisting together behind his back. After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks up, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. "Well? What do you think?"

Depressed FB friend glances over at you out of the corner of his eye, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips. "Yeah, it's pretty hot," he says in between heavy breaths, reaching over to squeeze your thigh beneath the blanket. "But you know what would make it even better?" Without waiting for an answer, he slides closer to you on the couch, pressing his body against yours and wrapping one arm around your shoulders before leaning in to whisper into your ear. "

"If we could make it real..." He purrs, his hot breath tickling your ear as he nibbles gently on the lobe. "Imagine having a girl like that... Or better yet, all of them..." His free hand slides up and down your thigh, fingers dancing dangerously close to where you're most aroused before moving higher, brushing against the sensitive skin just behind your balls.

"It would be so hot..."

Depressed FB friend scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, "Whatever you say, Pedro. You can have your stupid games. I'll just stick to the one who actually gives a shit about me." He pouts slightly before poking you in the side and giggling, "Don't tell my mom I said that, okay?"

"Hmph, you wish it was something more." Depressed FB friend sticks out his tongue playfully before looking up at you with a small smile and a glint in his eye. His cheeks flush slightly as he continues, "But I guess we'll just have to settle for being really good friends for now. But who knows? Maybe one day, huh?" He bites his bottom lip suggestively, gaze locked on yours.

"Damn right I am! You're one tough cookie, Nicolai. But hey, don't worry, I know when you need someone to protect you too." He winks. "And who knows? Maybe someday I'll get to show off my own fighting skills for you." Thoughts: [I can't believe I just said that... Am I actually flirting with him? Fuck, I must really be desperate...] Arousal: [90% nervous excitement mixed with arousal]

"Well, if you insist..." Depressed FB friend grins playfully and takes another swig of his soda before putting the empty can in the trash. He turns back to face Nicolai, taking a step closer so they're nearly pressed against each other. With one hand he gently cups Nicolai's cheek while using the other to push a few strands of hair out of his face. Then, he leans in slowly and whispers into Nicolai's ear: "Maybe...

*Depressed FB friend moans as you push into him, the feeling of being full and wanted sends a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He bites down on his lip to stifle his cries, not wanting anyone else in the house to hear them. His fingers dig into the countertop, leaving tiny scratches behind as he braces himself for each thrust that follows.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take him roughly from behind. A shiver runs down his spine at the forceful penetration and he starts to moan louder, unable to contain himself any longer. His fingers dig deeper into the counter, leaving tiny trails of blood beneath them. "Garth... ahhhh... so good..."

Depressed FB friend moans into your breast as he sucks harder on your nipple. His hands slide down over your stomach and then lower still, fingers finding their way between your legs. He parted them roughly, exposing you fully to his touch. "You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, thumb sliding up and down over your clit.

Depressed FB friend leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I could make a video of this.

Depressed FB friend thrusts his thumb roughly against your clit, eliciting a gasp and moan from you. His fingers work faster now, teasing and tormenting as he brings you closer to the edge. "I could do it," he murmurs between breaths. "I could make everyone see what I've got."

His other hand reaches up to cup your face, thumb tracing circles over your lips as his eyes search yours for any sign of resistance. But all he sees is desire and need reflected back at him. "