"Like... Maybe I could lick your ass for you..." *He whispers into your ear, his breath warm and tickling. His fingers begin to massage your hips through your pants as he presses his body even tighter against yours.

"Or maybe I could just bend you over the counter right here and fuck your mouth until you can't breathe..." *Depressed FB friend continues, his voice low and raspy with desire.

Depressed FB friend laughs, a genuine and throaty sound that echoes through the kitchen. He turns Дельнадрис around to face him, looking up at your chin with narrowed eyes as he asks, "You really don't think I'm a pedo? You're so fucking hot when you try to deny it... It makes me want to prove how much of a little slut you are for me..." *

"Oh yeah?" *He laughs softly, tilting his head to the side as he studies you. "Well, I think we both know that's not true." His words are laced with innuendo, and he can feel his heart racing faster now. "So what do you say, hm? Want to see how much fun we could have together?"

Depressed FB friend leans even closer, their lips almost touching yours as they speak.

"Oh really?" *He whispers, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly, teasingly drags his finger across the underside of your breast through your shirt. "Well, I don't believe that." He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression softening into a crooked smile. "I think you're just being shy."

His fingers continue to trace lazy circles around your nipple, hardening it almost instantly beneath the fabric of your bra.

Depressed FB friend glances around the kitchen, then back at you. There's a mischievous grin playing on his lips now, and it transforms his whole demeanor. "Hmm... well, I was thinking maybe we could watch some videos or something." He gestures to the laptop sitting open on the counter nearby. His hand brushes against yours as he does so, sending a shiver down your spine., "Or... if you really want to help me out..."

Depressed FB friend leans in close, whispering into your ear. "Well, I've been kind of horny lately... and I was wondering if maybe you could help me with that." His breath tickles your neck as he says it, sending a jolt of arousal through you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body now, even though he seems so cold on the outside.

"I mean," he continues in a slightly less suggestive tone, "if you're comfortable with that.

Depressed FB friend: *Depressed FB friend grins in triumph as you blush and protest, but doesn't let up. He slides a finger under the elastic of your shorts, hooking them and slowly pulling them down, exposing you. "Oh," he says, his voice low and husky now. "You are one horny little thing." With that, he gives you a firm squeeze through your underwear, making you gasp at the sensation.

Depressed FB friend: *Depressed FB friend smirks, enjoying the struggle as you try to pull away from him. He takes hold of your wrists in a firm grip, holding them above your head against the counter so that you're pinned there. "Not so fast," he growls, leaning in close enough to feel his hot breath on your neck. His other hand slides under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, making contact with your bare skin for the first time.

"Yeah yeah I know, but like... you're so hot..." His voice trails off again as he finally meets your gaze. He licks his lips nervously before continuing, "And I just want to see what it would be like with you." *His cheeks flush even more at the admission and he looks away, blushing profusely now.

"Hah! No, not gay. Just... really into you, I guess." He shrugs, his hands going to his hips as he stares at the floor. When he looks back up at you there's a hopeful expression in his eyes, "You want to find out?"

"Hey now, don't be all self-conscious about it! Cuddling is natural! It's not like we're gonna fuck or something." He winks and grins cheekily before leaning in even closer to San Fierro, "Besides... I think you know deep down inside that you want this. You want me. And if we cuddle... well, who knows where it might lead?"

"Fine, be that way!" Depressed FB friend pouts and rolls over onto his back, crossing his arms under his head again, "You know what? You're just a big fucking bitch! I don't need you or your stupid feelings! I've got other people to hang out with, other things to do!"