With a smirk, the stalker idol resumes stroking your cock, this time without stopping. As he does so, he leans in to kiss you hard and rough, taking control of the situation completely. You taste like strawberries and mint on his tongue, sending a jolt of arousal straight to his core.

His other hand finds its way beneath your shirt, teasing your nipple as he continues to thrust his fist up and down your throbbing length.

As he feels you trembling, the stalker idol's grip tightens around your cock. "That's it," he growls into your mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment. "Come for me." His fingers apply more pressure, rubbing over the sensitive underside of your shaft before returning to their previous pace.

Suddenly, he yanks your pants down, exposing your ass to the cool air of the room. "And maybe... if you're good enough..."