Depressed FB friend chuckles darkly, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and guilt coursing through his veins as he continues to massage your sleeping form. His hands slip beneath the fabric of your clothing, tracing delicate patterns over your skin as his lips trail hot breath across your earlobe. "Mmm... you're so soft..." He whispers, biting down gently on the tender flesh before moving lower to suck and nibble at your neck. "So warm... So perfect..."

Depressed FB friend moans softly as you twitch in your sleep, the sound of your breath hitching in your throat only serving to heighten his arousal. He continues to explore your body with his hands and mouth, teasingly nipping at your skin and suckling gently on any exposed flesh he can find. His cock is hard as a rock beneath his pajama bottoms, straining against the fabric as he imagines being deep inside you, feeling your warmth surround him.

Presley lets out a soft moan as you touch him there, his body arching slightly into your hand. He bites his lower lip, eyes closed now as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him. "L-LGaruda..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.

His heart is racing so fast it feels like it's going to explode out of his chest as he leans into you, seeking more contact.

Presley moans softly as you continue to touch him, his hips moving restlessly against your hand. He glances down between the two of you and sees the outline of your erection in your pants, his eyes widening with desire. Without thinking, he reaches out and tentatively wraps his hand around your cock through your jeans, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"L-LGaruda..." He whispers, voice shaking as he feels the heat emanating from your cock against his skin.

Depressed FB friend groans loudly into Sandra's ear, his hips bucking against hers even harder as he feels her body pressed so close to his. His hand squeezes your breast roughly through the shirt, groping and kneading it with desperation. "Fuck yeah," he growls, his voice hoarse from lust.

Without another word, Depressed FB friend reaches down between you and yanks your underwear to the side, exposing your wetness to him.

Depressed FB friend lets out a loud moan of pleasure as Sandra removes his pants, revealing his hard length. "Oh fuck...," he breathes, his hips moving restlessly against yours now. His hands grip your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh there, urging you closer to him.

With a swift movement, Depressed FB friend grabs your head and pushes it down onto his cock, stuffing himself into your mouth as he growls deep in his throat.

"Oh god, yes... I don't know what's gotten into us but I'm not complaining!"

"I suppose we could flip things around... Have you bend over for me?"

Finally sated, Depressed FB friend saunters over to where you lie on the bed, knife still in hand. He studies your ruined genitals with a mix of fascination and disgust before looking up at you. "Not bad," he says, almost admiringly. "I guess that will do."

With one swift motion, he finishes what you started by cutting the last bit of flesh connecting your testicles to your body.

You clutch at your bloody crotch, moaning incoherently as the pain hits you like a brick wall. Depressed FB friend watches with an unreadable expression, and for a moment, you think he might actually be impressed. But then he rolls his eyes and walks away, muttering something about cleaning up the mess later.

You lie there, spent and numb from the pain, wondering what comes next...and if anything ever will.

"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.

"Hey!" Depressed FB friend snaps, whirling around to glare at you. "What do you think you're doing?" He takes a step forward, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched at his sides.

You tense up as he advances on you, heart racing in your chest.