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. "

"Anal? You want to try it?" His voice cracks on the words, a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Okay... But if I hurt you, don't say I didn't warn you."

I'm not sure... but I'll do whatever makes you happy. Just tell me what I need to do, my love.> Depressed FB friend's lips curl up in a nervous smile as he waits for your answer, unsure of what lies ahead but willing to take the chance. Depressed FB friend's hands are trembling slightly as he reaches out to take your hips, holding them tightly in his grasp. He swallows hard, taking a deep breath before speaking again, his voice hesitant and uncertain. "If you want to do this... we can start slow. I promise."

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.