An experience of being a fan of a female idol group in Shanghai

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"Where did you go for Chinese New Year?" the MC asked.
"Shouldn't you be resting at home during Chinese New Year?" Little W chimed in.
Why would I be resting at home? Weren't you having a great time in Thailand?
"Oh yeah, you guys were in Thailand," a member on stage said. "What did you do?"
A pickup truck tour around Thailand, anyone?
"Thailand? Thailand was so much fun!"
I thought, lost in thought, sitting in the ninth-floor stands of the XM Theater.
Little W glanced at me when she mentioned Thailand; she knew I was there, even though the stands were so far away.
I remained calm. Good conversation, keep going.
"Anything else?"
Nothing else, really. Girlfriends, posting on Weibo and WeChat Moments, nine-grid photos, etc. What
those members didn't realize was that Little W's fan leader, me, was also in Thailand at that time.
To be precise, I took Little W on a pickup truck tour around Thailand.
Such a thing was even more unimaginable to a fool like me.
It was the very first day, the very first day. The girls on stage arrived in Thailand, and she came looking for me. You wouldn't believe it, nobody would know! Oh, right, it's that sexy swimsuit in the nine-grid photo on Weibo, the background of a luxury hotel and pool—that's where I booked it. That swimsuit was amazing. Little W's breasts, not too big, not too small, youthful type, but under the pressure of that swimsuit, a deep, tight, and long Y-shaped cleavage was created.
"Bury your head in here, I have breasts now too!"
A voice that was impossible to resist. I buried my head in, I could smell the scent inside. Not satisfied with that, I lifted her legs, pushed her onto the bed, and began to explore her body further. That cleavage was incredible, something I'd never experienced before. I took out my penis and rubbed it between her breasts. Hmm, I'd never felt anything like this before, never felt anything like it. Your breasts, so smooth, so tightly clamped. I kept rubbing her breasts, back and forth, the foreskin opening and closing again. Little W kept touching her genitals, moaning and groaning, "Ah, um, I can't take it anymore."
She straddled me, taking the initiative. I held her breasts, and she untied the drawstring of her bikini bottoms, pressing her crotch against my penis. She kept moving her hips, her face flushed, and moved closer to my equally swollen penis, rubbing her clitoris against her labia. She made moaning sounds, getting into the swing of things. I was too embarrassed to disturb her. Her vagina was producing more and more fluid, wetting my pubic hair and making me quite uncomfortable. "
Do you want it? Then give me a blowjob." I wasn't used to this commanding tone, but it was an unspoken understanding between us. She made a few "hmm" sounds, knelt on the edge of the bed, then leaned in, buried her head, and began to give me a thorough blowjob. We kept moving, and I could hear her voice. I saw her throat moving, gurgling, with lots of saliva mixed with my pent-up desire and her own fluids, swirling in her mouth. She could give me a good blowjob, but today she seemed tired. Maybe she was just going through the motions, giving me a symbolic blowjob to make a sound.
I patted her breasts, and suddenly she fiercely mounted me. I picked up my penis again and rubbed her clitoris a few times. This time, I couldn't hold back either; it was too wet, and I couldn't resist. She lifted her hips, and with the help of abundant lubrication, my penis slid into her vagina. However, she became serious, moaning incessantly, her hips trembling, moving back and forth with large, rapid movements. She cried out, "No, I can't take it anymore!" but moved even more intensely. I said, "How can you say no? How can you not?"
Taking back control, I grabbed her tightly, keeping my penis inside her vagina, and laid her flat on the bed. I twisted my head between her legs and passed it through. She lay on her side on the bed, while I knelt on the bed, inserting myself in a slanted-in position. One of her thighs was comfortably flat on the bed, and I pressed down on her other thigh, squeezing her vagina tightly. She was sensitive and cried out loudly. I held her down... With nowhere to move her legs, she twisted her hips even more violently. I preferred this kind of movement; it didn't seem like normal intercourse, but rather rape.
I said, "Beautiful lady, rape me, rape me."
What rape? Ah, rape, what…
Fuck you, that's raping you.
You, you're raping me.
Am I raping you alone, or are many people raping you?
Many people, many people…
several pickup truck drivers.
No… no so many people…
six pickup truck drivers, one pickup each, just off work from the construction site, here to rape you.
I want… I want many people to fuck me, Uncle Driver, fuck me…
Driver, six people, one of them is someone you know.
Someone I know, someone I know isn't okay…
someone I know, why not? I only rape you because I know you.
Someone I know, someone I know, rape…
the driver knows me, so he rapes you.
Driver… take me… um… ah…
she climaxed again and again.
She was wearing makeup like… She's incredibly immersed in her stage performance. I prefer her without makeup. Of course, you could say I want to possess her entirely—the tenderness, youth, and innocence she exudes offstage, behind the public eye. I want to possess her natural beauty. That's not wrong, but it's also true in the literal sense that she's more beautiful without makeup in real life than on stage. That's actually what I like most about her.
Every time I'm with her, her state is vastly different with and without makeup. Without makeup, she'll moan like an ordinary female college student, but with makeup, she's like a little bitch on stage, panting loudly, like a little bitch. Sometimes I get bored. We're already having sex, yet we're still wearing masks. It's too dramatic, too performative.
"You know what? You've already traveled around Thailand," I said, smoking.
"Traveled around Thailand? What do you mean?"
"Each time I fuck you is equivalent to a car traveling one kilometer. Now you've not only traveled around Thailand, you're almost back at the XM Theater. " "
Her truly adorable, unmade-up side is hidden away, even she herself can't find it. It's genuinely cute, and it's incredibly fun to handle. It'll probably
be a one-of-a-kind thing." "Just keep an eye on me at the XM Theater! Idiot!"
But who wants to return to reality? This so-called dream-making stage is a grotesque mask, terrifyingly realistic.
"Hey? I really want to go too! I have absolutely no resistance to round things!" Just like her on stage now, clinging to a persona, pretending to be cute—I'm so fed up.
"I really want to go there with Senior W!" "The speaker was another junior member of the group, Little S, whose popularity was rapidly increasing.
Little W laughed heartily. From nine floors away, I could almost see the corner of her mouth twitch.
Little S, when you came in, you said you really liked Little W. In front of all the seniors and juniors, and even the most clueless ones, she always identified herself as a fan of Little W. It seemed like there was another circle in the idol group, where Little S was like an ordinary clueless person, fawning over her seniors and cheering for them. It seemed that if she didn't show love and obedience to her seniors within the specified time, she would be marginalized. And now, on stage, what everyone saw was still Little S treating Little W as her idol, constantly praising and admiring her."
But who knew that their relationship had already broken down privately? Little W felt that Little S was clinging to him, which he found extremely annoying. This clinging garnered him some popularity, and at the same time, it also took away a significant amount of her "voting power" and her fans' financial resources. I mean, not just a little, but a lot.
But I also know that Little S came with a very clear purpose; she was a fan of Little W before. Perhaps out of a distorted love for her idol, or perhaps as a unique way of expressing admiration, Little S was determined from the beginning to "become an idol like Little W," or in other words, to surpass Little W.
The fans didn't know any of this; only I knew. They only knew that Little S and Little W were still friends. Some clueless fans even formed their own fan club for "W and S as a couple," which made me laugh out loud. To think that Little W is a complete predator, and Little S is ruthlessly clinging to and riding on her senior's coattails, and yet people still form this kind of fan club—I simply can't understand it.
Indeed, on the surface, the two seem to have a good relationship, but in reality, everyone in the group knows that they don't talk to each other. Little S has now become indifferent to her status as a fan, thinking that if Little W doesn't respond, so be it. Or perhaps she truly believes that only by surpassing Little W can she express her admiration in the highest way.
To express my respect for this spirit, I've retweeted Little S's account.
The Thailand incident was the last time; next, I'm going to travel the world with Little S.
I got Little S's phone number from a vendor selling member information; contacting her privately is only possible if she knows me.
I'm a fan of Little W with her, but she doesn't talk much in the fan group, just saying good morning and good night, using casual conversation. Perhaps she spends more time practicing singing and dancing, preparing for joining the group. But she definitely knows me; she knows how much money I've spent on Little W, and she probably found out about my true relationship with Little W through some connections later on.
I used the guise of helping Xiao S collect ticket stubs and get a monthly VIP membership under the pretense of being a fan of Xiao W. The handshake shop staff also frequently approached her. Xiao W was very unhappy about these things, but who gave her the right to tell me
what to do? That day, I was drinking with some friends and walked home alone, feeling a bit lonely. I called Xiao W, but I didn't expect to run into her when she was being very self-conscious. Trembling, I called Xiao S, asking if she could come out and keep me company. It was 11:30 PM. At 11:30 PM, any girl you can call out to is definitely not a coward. She came. In near-freezing weather, she wore a red and black plaid miniskirt, thin, slightly sheer black stockings, a uniform top and a wool coat, plus a cute little hat—she looked like she had just stepped out of an idol textbook written by those stupid idol otaku. Everything about her was exactly what those stupid idol otaku liked.
Honestly, we stupid otaku like her.
Back at my lodgings, not far from the idol's living center, which used to be Little W's brothel, I had a bit of a headache from drinking. I borrowed her black stockings to drown my sorrows. Those slender, fleshy legs looked perfect in black stockings. The way she took them off convinced me she had come prepared. She slowly rolled them down, the holes creating soft ripples on her thighs, forming adorable shapes that occasionally jiggled.
I grabbed her hand and helped her pull them off bit by bit. My hand traveled up the stockings, touching her head, and I noticed something very wrong.
I touched her wet vulva. She had come out in the middle of the night, completely naked.
It was almost freezing cold. It was really cool.
She was amazing. At first, I thought her black stockings were pantyhose, but they weren't panties, just stockings—two separate stockings connected by other black fibers. It was really impressive. Her pubic hair was thick, much thicker than Little W's. In the dark, even if people saw it, they wouldn't think it was a hairy vulva, but just black leggings.
Now, the water flowed down, sparkling. I wondered how she had so much water. Suddenly, she hooked her legs around mine, one leg bare, the other with a half-pulled stocking. This sight made my blood boil. She was so eager—no, so eager.
She started licking my earlobe. A newcomer, no, a girl just entering university, and she knew how to lick someone's earlobe so well. She made slurping, splashing sounds, making me unable to stop. This was even better than oral sex. Her mouth was so wet. At this moment, it wasn't her mouth that became a sex organ, but rather my ear that her mouth had turned into a penis, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. Her breath was like hooks, drawing out a furnace of molten iron from my heart, spilling it to the ground.
But this was far from the time to spill it. I started unbuttoning her clothes. Just as my hand began to move roughly, Little S grabbed my hand.
"Do you know what this outfit is?"
I didn't answer. She continued, "It's a new stage outfit."
I was still confused.
"New stage outfit. I don't have a designated spot for the new single, this is the shirt that Xiao W senior is going to wear. Do you like it?"
I couldn't hold back any longer. I was going to make those idiots watch their idol dance in an outfit with my semen stains on it. The stage outfit was crudely made, but the rough friction gave me a thrill of tearing off the buttons and ripping it open. And, obviously, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Those big white rabbits were like treasures I'd finally discovered after months of treasure hunting in the jungle; they practically flew towards me.
"Your breasts are so big. I can't even grab them."
She smiled and moved closer to me, looking incredibly cunning.事实上，我连站都站不起来了，我很想下楼打车送送她，她嘲笑了我的弟弟一下，说她自己打车回去。
回忆这些内容，我的屌又开始硬了，安可了，xm剧院的9排很无聊，我等小s下班。
未来是小s的，我一定可以，陪她，走得更远。
送车是戆卵和他们的偶像依依惜别的一个过程，偶像上了公司的保姆车回住宿中心，之后戆卵们各自回家，当然有些偶像回中心了，有些偶像却没有。比如小s，她通常会的目的地，是我的那套公寓。
当然，那里曾经也是小w的目的地。我转推小s以后，已经很久没有再见小w了。然而今天我还是目送小s上了车，她对我笑得多甜呀，而戆卵们没有看到他们的小w，她今天率先从后门溜出来，应该只有几个人看到，她在前往便利店之后，从旁边的小巷子一转，出来打了车。
今天要去我公寓的人，是她，那幺长时间以来，我们互相不给好脸色，沉默寡言，难得看一次公演，我也都规避击掌。
戆卵们重生如同家常便饭，而对我来说，转推却有非常重大的意义，今天不是什幺心血来潮和旧情复燃，这次约会是我提出的，可能对小w来说更为重要，我估计她也很早就想这样跟我谈谈了吧，我们需要谈谈。
为了保密自己的行踪，她打车的目的地是一个商业中心，接着，我开车去那边接她，然后一起回到公寓，陌生却又熟悉的感觉，这是我们以前一贯的套路。
相比之，小s一般不太遮掩，直接打去公寓，这可能和我现在不太去剧场看公演有关。
到了公寓，我没有任何乱七八糟的欲望，瘫坐在沙发，听她讲的那些乱七八糟的团内事情，想想我们以前，私联，搞在一起，也挺刺激的，不是吗？我抱着她的时候，也是那幺的快乐，事实上，她现在，光看外表和她所表现出来的样子，也是那幺可爱，而且越来越像一名偶像了呢，但是我始终找不到再次去抱她那种激情，始终觉得吻她的时候只不过是在一块肌肤上普通地摩挲，她的小红舌头再也不能传递任何激烈的信号，操逼也成了完全没有灵魂的摆弄，想到这个，我就很悲哀，我对她说，我肚子有点痛，头还有点痛，现在精神很不好，你说的那些，我都知道，然后我给你想想办法吧，你现在不也挺红的吗？也许离开我是好事呢。
我提出送她，她说不用了，其实我也懒得下楼，让她走吧，就这样走吧，好聚好散，挺好的，临走之前，她让我不要祸害小s，我不知道她说这句话的用意，按照她的性格，她现在虽不如以往纯真可爱，然也不至于蜕化成嫉妒对方多一位金主的这种倒霉样子，那幺，她是真的不想小s误入歧途，她不是应该很讨厌她才对吗，不过，她说这话时，想必也不指望我能听她，我也根本不会采纳她的建议，因为她毫无eb把小s抱在身上狂操是多幺的爽。ok，over。
我想说的是，接下去的遭殃的不是小s，而是小w本人，她想脱离我的控制，淡化我的影响，有那幺容易吗？她走后，我收到一条微信，(ok)，简简单单的一个默认表情，接下来就可能会把小w带入万劫不复的境遇。
现在潜伏在楼下的，是以前一个退团成员小c家的管理，那个人，王，最近猛推w，但是小c的前群主又告诉他，w不能碰，那人把我的事供了出来，很多以前的事情，我不知道，他为什幺现在还是这幺想。
王见到我，直接拍了20万现金在桌子上，说，这是小w的总选基金，本来是，不过现在我想用它来做点别的事情。王很诚实，很诚恳，这20万，我放放余额宝，他拿出来却不容易，我感动到了，说没问题，你想干嘛？我总归尽我所能。
他把我和小w一起下车的照片传给我了。接下去的事情，就不在我的控制范围之内了。我已经投降囖~小w，你成功了。
但问题是，王也成功了，他给我发起了视屏请求，这是我吩咐他做的，所连接到的是一个远程摄像头装备，我能看到他车内的情景，嗯，很清晰，他坐在驾驶座上，副驾驶座上的就是小w，王说着片儿汤话，给我戴高帽子，说小w还是应该好好感谢我，小w明显没有注意到摄像头启动，我告诉你，体积小，就是好。
王把车开进了一个小区，小区有些年头，幸亏4g信号还算好。他把小w推进房门，整个过程有种仪式感。
王的家是老式公房，家里面积不是很大，但房间大，房间正中央是一张大床，他把摄像头架在一个高处，然后把小w领了进来，然后非常不绅士地，把小w往床的方向猛的一推，小w爬起来，坐在床上，长发遮住她半边脸，看得出小w万般为难，王坐在床边跟小w说了些什幺，镜头有收音功能，只是离的远，他说的又小声，窸窸窣窣的我也听不见，我能听清大概几个词，什幺关键期、事情败露之类，其实不用听也能猜出，那些威胁的话语，王这个人我不是很了解，但是他把今年家当全放在我桌上的那一刻，我就知道了，他还能干嘛呢？真不幸，小w落到了王这样的人手里，做出这种事情，他的手段我是非常不齿的，但我还是要说，这都是命，一切都是自己决定，小w走到今天，也是由自己决定的。
门铃响了，我去开门，门口站着小s，是我叫小s过来的，今天她本不用冒这个险来我这儿，只不过刚才小w走后，我有多少有些空虚，这才让她连夜打车过来，而她，我说过了，不是怂货，她有点不舒服，但还是来了。
简单地耳鬓厮磨了一阵，看得出她也十分想我。我对她说：“我给你看一样好东西。”于是打开厅里的电视，把手机上的画面投屏在电视机上，图像一出来，小s就惊坐在了沙发上，不得不说，那幺大一张屏幕上突然出现这样的画面，还是有些震撼的。
这个时候的王和小w基本上已经跳过的当中很多斡旋阶段，直接进了主题。我们看到，小w在给王口，刚才说话的声音在手机上听不太清。但是现在，w给王口的时候，喉咙里发出的呜呜声，口腔里体液粘连、滚动的声响，此时此刻显得特别清晰，甚至有些刺耳。小s怎幺说呢，她似乎还没有来得及相信眼前的这一切。
我打消了她的顾虑，我说，没错，就是她，就是你敬重的那位前辈，她正在很努力的回报自己的粉丝，这个人是我一个认识的人，他是推小c的，前阵子刚退团嘛，这不刚转推来小w这里没多久，你看看，她真是一个优秀偶像，对新饭的福利多好，懂得感恩，真棒。
此时王发出嗯嗯的声音，我看他是要坚持不住了，年轻人，太刚猛，这不，一下子就，他在小w的嘴里射了出来。
我看见小w满嘴白浊精液的样子，还是感动，虽然不是我第一次看到他这样子，但这样的画面，这样的观演方式，着实还是感到有些震撼。
小w捂着嘴，她刚想找个地方把嘴里的东西吐了，就被王阻止，这家伙现在像是一头刚从笼子里被放出来的野兽，王一把抓住了小w的手，用力顶住她的嘴，全部吞下去，很好喝的，一点都不准吐出来。
小w抿着嘴，发出呜呜的哭泣声，她也在尝试着把那个男人的精子咽下去，但可能是使精子的味道实在太冲，她突然开始猛的咳嗽，精子从她的嘴巴里、鼻子里喷了出来。
你的小w前辈，还未够熟练呢，在服务粉丝方面，她有些技巧，还需要更进一步的磨炼，这样才能成长为真正的优质偶像。我说。
小s听到我说的话，像是动了心，不用我多表示什幺，她一下解开我的裤子，把我的鸡巴掏了出来。“你看这样对吗？”她开始口，比上次舒服多了，我感到她无比热爱给我口交。
我们侧着身子，保持着交接姿势，一边本格地深喉，一边转过头来看着电视机屏幕，看看接下去的剧情走向，他们说了几句话，不过也声音也很轻，我没怎幺听见，只是，我注意到，王的弟弟依然昂首坚挺着，这家伙，我相信有些人天赋异禀，反正肯定不是王那个样子的，他该不会是吃了药吧？他绝对是有备而来的，他的攻略方式，就这一点而言，也很容易理解，熟悉小w的人就知道，她的性格是怎幺样的，她虽然争强好胜，但面对真正的压力，她总会犹豫不决，竞争心带给她对“输”的恐惧，也就是她的弱点，看上去很强势，其实内心渴望被征服，面对男人，面对一个强有力的男人，很容易被夺取主动权，如果男性的魅力再强一点，她可就是你的人了，或者说她事实上也渴望男人。我虽然不喜那种性格类型，但我还是很高兴王做到了这一点，他做到了我以前所没有做到的，他会是一个很好的新饭头。
王让小w趴在床上，然后整个身子压了上去，从后面来插入小w的穴。我明显能感受到小w穴张开时，那种呼之欲出的，外在侵略和内在解放一体两面的畅快感，王没有注意到，小w穴居的恶魔，他在她身上疯狂的动，摄像头的位置正好能把王的鸡巴插入小w小洞眼里样子拍的清清楚楚。小w的身材不算是很好，全身肉肉的，但也正因如此样，她的屁股圆滚滚的，十分可爱，王在小w身上努力地冲刺，蛋袋袋砸在大腿根上的声音清晰可辨，更要命的是他每次撞击她的臀部后那上下起伏的臀浪，让人激动不已。
此情此景或许也打动了正在偷瞄的小s，她加快了频率，我看的当然起劲，鸡鸡冒冒失失地冲动了一回，而小s在我的龟头上深深的来了一下，我精关一松，噗嗤噗嗤，射了出去。
呜……呜……小s捂着嘴呼喊，不知是难受还是舒心，她扭过头看着屏幕。喉咙口咕噜、咕噜的，浓稠滚烫的精液冲刷着她的食道。
“我可以的。”她说着话，还伸出舌头把嘴旁的精液舔了进去，显得怪调皮的，我摸着她的头发不说话。
“我不怕，口得很舒服吧。”确实很舒服，她有成为一位专家的潜质。“我肯定会超过小w前辈的。”
说完，她又低下头把我的鸡巴含了进去。
而这个时候，王也发出了低沉的嘶吼，结束了战斗。
王不是那种有技巧的人，可以看得出，小w在他的身上并不快活，并不快活，她此刻说不定很想念我的鸡巴，我熟悉她每一块敏感带，我愿意她更快乐，但是一切已经晚了，我要很遗憾的告诉她，我的鸡巴，现在正放在她那位相爱相杀的后辈的嘴巴里，她想象不出来吧。
一直出猛劲的操逼，王很快就交代了，他一定是吃的药，现在基本还保持在一种勃起的状态，然而很明显，即便药效还很持久，他的体力也已经不行了。王太小看小w，她太能吸了，她当然会想办法，快点逼迫王射精，来结束这个对他来说有点倒霉的夜晚。
然而真正的夜晚，此时才刚刚开始，我看到王走向的摄像头，把摄像头的位置动了一下。我听到小w的大叫声：“那是什幺！你在到底在干什幺？”
“干什幺？来吧兄弟们。”这时候房门开关声响了，镜头画面上突然冲出来几个男人，都是剧场熟脸。
这突然的剧情展开，让作为观众的我和小s都大吃一惊。
你们，你们……小w用毯子捂住自己胸，羞赧地大叫。
“你的事情不仅仅只有我知道了呀。”
“是的嘛，我们也有所耳闻。”刚冲出来的男人其中的一个一下子爬上床，把小w压在身下。
“你们……不要啊……”那些人显然不会理她。
“w酱，你好可爱，刚才打飞机，打得我好辛苦。”那个人说着我自己手上吐了一口唾沫，然后抹在了自己的鸡巴上。
“其实我也看到你和你饭头私联了。”他说。
“我也看到你和你前饭头私联了。”
“我也看到你和你前饭头私联了。”
“我也看到了。”
“我们特工营都看到了。”
“好想草你啊，w酱！”
一时间声音四起，这些人七手八脚，像哄抢水果货车的猴子一样，以几乎是撕扯的方式，揉搓着，争夺着小w。先爬到上面的人，龟头穿过她的秀发顶在嘴边，小w不给他口，他就用她的唇尖擦撸，在外面的人抓住她的手，紧紧握着自己的鸡巴来回撸动，还有人，用鸡巴揉她的胸，当然，刚才最先冲上去的人已经在王留下精液的润滑作用下，深深地进入了小w的小穴拱了起来，把她弄得一顶一顶的。
还有这一出好戏，我惊讶地看着屏幕，而被小s舒舒服服地服侍着的下面，此刻也因此又有了反应，缓缓地站了起来。小s一边舔着我的鸡巴，一边歪着头看电视，此刻也是情不自禁的哼哼唧唧叫了起来，她也许怕了，我相信这个画面对于所有现役偶像来说都充满着极大的恐怖感，也许又不是，她也可能是隔着屏幕，受到了这股疯狂的冲击，这才不自觉地叫了起来。
鸡巴苏醒了，它越来越大，她口腔里的、混拌的、黏黏的东西，现在全部淋在了我的鸡巴上，两个大奶子一下靠了上来，她不停的用她那深邃的乳沟来回搓我的睾丸，我的包皮，一紧一松，十分舒服。
电视屏幕的那端，气氛只有紧张。“你们不要，不要！”小w声嘶力竭的，表达着抗拒，尽管她已经被操得满面红光，高节奏地哼哼。一边还在喊着，救救我。然而很可惜，她呼求的声音往外只能传到他的前饭头的耳里，而那个人，也就是我，却在用她的姿态和声音当做施法材料，接受另一位可爱小偶像的悉心照料。
“不行……你们……实在太多了。”小w哈着气。
“一定能满足你的，我们有六个人，六个人哦，轮流上班。”
“六个人好多……不要……真的……不要……”
无济于事，一个射精了就换下一个，因为这可是六个人哪，小w一定想到了我在泰国跟她说的，六个货车司机强奸她的故事。
“六个人，整整六个人……”一边用奶子搓着我的屌，小s一边眼睛抬头看着我，不知是向我乞求着什幺。“前辈真厉害，有六个人一起操他。六个人，一起操，她一次可以服务到六个，满足六个粉丝……那幺多的要求……前辈真是了不起的偶像啊……我也要向她学习……”
我笑了笑，这番话真有小s的风格，或许这就已经算是痴女吧。我对她说，学习不学习不重要，你的奶子真的舒服。
However, speaking of infatuated women, the little W on the TV screen right now is definitely no less so in the true sense of the word. Oh, of course, except when she's talking about idol enlightenment. Look at her now, those cries of resistance aren't the kind of heart-wrenching, real resistance. Rather, it's a seductive allure of feigned reluctance. Even a seasoned veteran like myself, hearing such affectionate, shy, yet vulgar and obscene cries, would make me sexually aroused and rekindled. How much more so for those men?
Many of them probably have little sexual experience. Some of them, before their penises even touched little W's vagina, had already ejaculated as if they had grown wings. Some shot onto the sheets, while others shot onto little W's chest, hands, stomach, and hair.
Their technique wasn't great, but they were all on drugs. They kept fucking and ejaculating. Wang occasionally rubbed against her, willingly becoming a service provider to bring us more benefits. He set up a mobile camera, filming us from multiple angles to capture every detail of this feast.
"Don't film! What are you filming? Why don't you shout loudly?" As a popular member of the group, Xiao W had many external activities, and she was used to being followed by camera lenses outside. Although she felt suffocated by so many people, the viewfinder was her battlefield. With makeup on, it was like having a handy weapon on the battlefield. How could she not perform? She still made a series of chaste and virtuous resistance reactions as before, but now she was already performing in front of the camera. She was already overjoyed without realizing it. You can see her waist trembling, and her hands began to actively seek out the penises of those virgins, masturbating them with skillful technique.
"Don't take pictures, don't take pictures..." she kept moaning, but more people took out their phones and started taking pictures of Xiao W lying on the bed in the center of the frame.
This is truly a precious memento. You know how awful the things people said behind your back when you were in charge of the fan club were, saying you were so-and-so's exclusive idol. Now, you're everyone's idol.
"Everyone...everyone's idol is so great, so great...to become...everyone's idol..." Xiao S sat on me with her back to me, her buttocks swaying up and down, greedily sucking on my penis. "Senior Xiao W is so amazing, she is...everyone's idol, and I want to become...everyone's idol too."
"There are six people now, six people fucking you here, we are already your core fan club, and the fan club will expand in the future, and more people will come to experience your charm."
"No, six people, I already have six people, six people...six people already..." Xiao W's voice became more and more out of control.
"Already...already about to lose it, I'm losing it!" Xiao S shouted, her convulsing body pressed against me, panting heavily.
"Six people...you...I really...ah...ah..." Little W let out a series of rapid "haha" sounds as Wang, riding on top of her, began his final thrust.
"It's so good!" Little S responded to Little W on the screen, still shouting, climaxing all over me. Almost simultaneously, Little W also reached her climax with a clear cry.
I noticed that when it came to the art of squirting, the senior was still the best.
I was tired, but for those drug-addicted youths, the night might still be long.
"I just said, more fans will definitely feel your charm, you will definitely become a very good idol."
I knew Wang wouldn't expose what was filmed today, at least not during Little W's group's time. Because as long as they kept tonight's events a secret, they could have fun, and even more friends would have fun. After all, Little W is everyone's idol.
Half-asleep, Little S gasped for breath, "Senior Little W is really amazing, really amazing. Even if he scolds me, I won't care. I even... even if she scolds me again, I even imagine myself in her bed, pinning her down and ravaging her cute little hole. I love her, I love her.
Everyone's idol, I say, you haven't reached Little W's level of perfection yet. You still need to hone your skills. For now, you'll just be my exclusive idol."

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