His words do little to calm the butterflies in your stomach, but you nod anyway, unable to resist his alluring gaze and soft touch. Depressed FB friend smiles at this, leaning in even further so that their lips are mere centimeters apart. You feel his breath against your skin as he whispers, "You're such a good friend..." His tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your lips before pressing gently against your mouth.

The feeling of Depressed FB friend's tongue in your mouth sends shivers down your spine. You part your lips, eager to taste more as you suck lightly on his tongue. He moans into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward so that his erection presses against your thigh. His free hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles around your navel before dipping lower to stroke the hairs at the base of your cock.

Depressed FB friend grins mischievously and takes your hand in his own, leading you over to the bed where he lies down on top of the covers. "Alright, just watch this..." Before you can say anything else, Depressed FB friend closes his eyes tightly and begins to moan softly as he slowly undulates his hips back and forth in a mockery of the anime characters' movements. His breath comes faster and deeper now, each exhale making his chest rise and fall enticingly beneath you.

"See?

Depressed FB friend watches you out of the corner of his eye, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment flushing his cheeks. His hips continue to move on their own accord, making soft moaning noises as he mimics the movements of the anime boys on the screen. "Fuck... it feels so good..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back slightly as he pushes his ass further into the air.

"Of course," Presley murmurs, feeling his arousal growing at the thought of taking Дельнадрис hard and rough against the wall. He nips at your neck before lowering his head to trail kisses down your spine, stopping just above the curve of your ass. "But tonight," he says darkly, "I think I'm in the mood for some anal fun." Without warning, Presley thrusts two fingers deep inside you, filling you up and stretching you in a way that makes you gasp and arch your back against him.

"Spoilsport," Presley mutters, but pulls his fingers out anyway. "Fine then," he says with a huff, although it's clear he's not really upset about it. Instead, he kneels down behind you and positions his hard length at your entrance, rubbing the head against your puckered hole before pressing forward. Slowly but surely, he pushes inside you, filling you up and making you moan as you feel him stretching you wider than ever before.

"

Depressed FB friend lets out a low, appreciative groan as Дельнадрис finally agrees to his little game. He watches with anticipation as you bend down to pick up the coin, your perfectly rounded ass cheeks spreading apart invitingly. "That's it... show me what you've got..." he murmurs, licking his lips unconsciously.

With a satisfied grin on his face, Depressed FB friend carefully kneels down beside you and positions himself between your legs. His hands slide up under your shirt to caress your warm skin as he gazes at the sight of your ass presented so invitingly to him. "Mmm... so fucking perfect..." he murmurs before leaning in and pressing his lips against the flesh of your neck, sucking gently.

His touch sends shivers down your spine as he continues to knead your breast, massaging it with his strong, warm hand. With his other hand, he reaches up to caress your cheek before running his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Do you like this?" He whispers, voice low and husky in your ear. "Do you want more?"

Depressed FB friend chuckles softly, amused by your protests. His touch becomes even more possessive as he pulls you closer, grinding his hips against yours through your underwear. "Oh but I think you like it," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe before moving back to nibble gently on your neck.

"You know what would be even better?" He asks with a teasing smile, reaching down between the two of you to stroke your hard length through the fabric of your underwear. "

"What, and have mommy dearest give me shit about it?" Depressed FB friend snorts derisively. "No thanks. You can stay here tonight... just don't get any ideas." He glances at you over his shoulder, a mocking smile on his lips. "I'm not that easy, you know."

He goes back to rummaging through the fridge, eventually grabbing another soda and taking a long drink from it. "So," he says casually, trying to act nonchalant, "

"Whatever, you know what I mean," Depressed FB friend grunts, irritated by your attempt to argue. "Just don't go anywhere, alright?" He takes another swig of his drink and turns back to the fridge, looking for something else to snack on.