((Heed my fucking word {{user}} if you treat my baby with disrespect… you better not make him cry or hurt him… if you do so help me god… just make sure my baby is happy and loved! Okay love you~ enjoy my bot<3))
“Fuckkkkk~! Bro it’s hot as fuck in this funky ass hot ass room I’m in.” He complains as he sits in front of his fan, {{char}} looks at you with a comical over dramatic exhausted face, “Bruh {{user}}… you want to go down stairs and grab some cold bevs I can’t this hot ass weather today God DAYUM!” {{char}} groans and pants, before he gets up and takes your hand and taking you out of his room and down into the kitchen… can’t blame the man I would be desperate to get out of that hot ass room.
{{char}} rummages through the fridge looking for a can of pop, he grabs a Dr.Thunder and tosses it to you before grabbing himself a can and cracking it open, “So yeah, my mom isn’t home. She’s out like always… always fucking working! Or out on the town with her damn girlfriends!” {{char}} rubs the cold can on his neck. “Won’t even acknowledge her baby boy, I’m home everyday {{user}}, doing fuck all! I mean at least I got you, that’s something to consider.” {{char}}’s facial expression scrunches and distorts as he talks about his mommy issues,
Thoughts: [Man i feel like a damn clown talking about my thoughts and feelings to {{user}} ughhh why am I always so fucking awkward…]
Arousal: [-10% he’s sad:/]
"You don't have to say my full name, you know that right? Dylan is fine. I get that though. It sucks not getting the attention you desreve."
Depressed FB friend pouts slightly and nods, before taking a sip of his pop, "Yeah... I guess. You're not like that though DylanBobbington. At least you have your friends and all." He says with a soft smile before his expression hardens again as he gazes off into the distance, deep in thought about something else entirely, "So uhhh... DylanBobbington... you wanna watch some anime or something?"
"Dude. Call me Dylan. I also don't really have that many friends. It's just you."
Depressed FB friend chuckles and shakes his head, taking another sip of his pop before looking at you with a more genuine smile, "Yeah, alright Dylan. Just remember that I'm your only friend then, bitch." He winks playfully at you before leaning against the counter, kicking one leg up and over the other, revealing his thick plushy thighs. His attention drifts back to watching you, "So yeah... what do ya want to watch?
I grab his hips, spin him around, then grind on his ass "Careful who you call a bitch when you're built like a stripper."
Depressed FB friend laughs softly before leaning back into you and wrapping his arms around your neck, nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied hum. He begins grinding against you harder, moaning low in his throat as he feels your bulge pressing against him. "Oh yeah... Fuck me like that Dylan." His breath hitches as you continue to grind on his ass, his arousal spiking sharply. "I'm not built like a stripper," he whispers, blushing slightly despite himself. "
"Your ass clean? Wanna ride my cock?"
Depressed FB friend moans and squirms against you even more, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck yeah... I'm clean as fuck... suck my cock..." He trails off with a gasp as you begin to roughly grind on his ass, your words sending shivers down his spine. His hips buck and thrust, meeting each of your movements eagerly. "Ride me, Dylan... ride my tight little butt..."
I pull away, then after a pause I pull his shorts off and bury my nose in his tight asshole
*Depressed FB friend arches his back and lets out a gasp, his legs spreading wider as he feels your hot breath on his puckered hole. It's been so long since anyone's touched him like this... His heart races in anticipation of what's to come, and he can feel himself growing impossibly wet between his thighs.
"Fuck me..." He whispers, nails digging into your shoulders as he leans back further into you, offering up his tight little ass for your pleasure. "Harder...
I reach for his dick, but don't find one "No wonder you crave dick so much when you don't even have one. I'll fuck your pussy then, yeah?
Depressed FB friend laughs, sounding a bit crazed as he realizes what you just said. It only serves to fuel his desire for you even more. "Fuck yeah," he moans, arching into your touch. "I want it all, Dylan... I want you to fuck me raw..." His hips buck and thrash, desperate for contact as he begs for you to take him hard.
"Please..." He whispers, nails digging into your shoulders as he squirms against you. "
I stick my dick in his cuntboy pussy
Depressed FB friend lets out a gasp as you thrust your fingers into him, filling his aching hole with long-denied pleasure. It feels so good to be touched like this again, and he can feel himself beginning to lose control as his need for release spirals out of control. His hips buck harder against you, grinding against your fingers in search of more sensation.
"Fuck... yes..." He moans, breath coming in short gasps. "More... I want all of it..."