Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

As Don's hands explored Samantha with increasing passion, her grip tightened around his cock, feeling it throb more insistently in her hand as her own arousal grew.

Don, sensing her heightened state, leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, sending a wave of heat through her.

His cock twitched in her hand, and she could feel the precum slickening her palm even more.

Samantha leaned further into Don's lap, her nightie strap slipping down her shoulder, exposing more of her breast, which he continued to grope firmly.

Feeling like he was getting closer to release, Samantha kept one hand near the base of his cock and brought in the other and placed it near the tip. From here, Samantha's strokes became more intense, her fingers wrapping tightly around his thickness fully.

As Don's fingers continued to explore Samantha's breasts, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the way her hands moved along his cock.

The pressure was intense, and while it felt incredible, he knew he wanted to savor the moment rather than let it end so quickly.

With a gentle but firm motion, he pulled his hand away from her breast, causing Samantha to tense slightly, her strokes momentarily hesitating.

Don's eyes never left her as he reached up and tugged the strap of her nightie further down, exposing more of her right breast and revealing the curve of her left.

**!!** Samantha was surprised to say the least but rather than feel embarrassed like before, she felt… excited.

Her heartbeat quickened and the warmth between her legs grew as she thought, 'he's really having his way with my breasts.'

She gulped before thinking again, 'I should help him quickly release before I lose control.' Just as Samantha had this thought, Don grabbed onto her breast, this time even tugging at her nipples, causing Samantha to moan out. **Ngh~!** **Uh~**

In the next moment, Don began to thrust his hips with increasing urgency, his cock surging through Samantha's palms, the friction growing hotter and more insistent. **Ahn~** She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to keep up, her fingers tightening around him more for grip.

Leaning in closer, her face drew nearer until the tip of his cock was almost brushing against her lips, the heat of it radiating against her skin.

**badump** **badump**

Samantha's heart pounded in her chest, her own arousal spiraling out of control as she felt the wetness spreading between her legs.

Then—

Don's thrusts came to a sudden pause when he felt a shiver course through his body at the unexpected wetness on his cock's tip.

His eyes widened a little in disbelief as he glanced down, the sight of Samantha's tongue flicking against him sending a surge of excitement. 'If that's not a green flag, I don't know what is,' he thought, surprise and arousal swirling in his chest.

Before Samantha could react to him pausing, Don's left hand gently settled on her head, his fingers intertwining with her hair as he held her in place.

The warmth of her breath against his skin was intoxicating, and he could feel her hesitation melt into acceptance as she continued her tender exploration of his tip.

As Samantha's thoughts on the matter became more fuzzy, she couldn't help but wonder, 'D-does he want to use my mouth….' The idea sent a shiver down her spine, and she gulped, her throat tightening slightly.

'Well, if it helps him get release faster…' she reasoned, pushing aside her hesitation.

Them with a deep breath, she parted her lips, allowing the tip of Don's cock to enter her mouth.

**Krk~** The moment it did, she felt a surge of heat as his cock throbbed against her tongue, the warmth spreading through her like wildfire.

As her lips wrapped tighter around Don's cock, she couldn't help but feel conflicting emotions.

The wetness between her legs grew more pronounced, and she thought to herself, 'Why does having his cock in my mouth feel so good and yet so wrong?'

The sensation was intoxicating, a mix of pleasure and guilt that only seemed to heighten her arousal.

Before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, Don's hips moved forward, his cock thrusting deeper into her mouth. **Grgk~** **erkk~** Samantha's eyes widened as she gagged slightly in surprise, her glasses slipping down her nose, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, Samantha's lips moved rhythmically around Don's cock, the fuzzy haze in her mind thickening as her thoughts blurred into a combination of raw desire and lingering guilt.

The taste of him, salty and earthy, filled her mouth, and she could feel the veins throbbing against her tongue with each thrust. **Gurgk~~** **mmn~** ggrk~**

Despite her inexperience, she tried to match the intensity of Don's movements, her tongue swirling awkwardly but eagerly around the head of his cock. **Slrk~~** **slurp~** Spit dripped down her chin, mixing with the precum that slickened her fingers as they gripped the base, creating a sloppy wet mess that only seemed to fuel Don's arousal.

He decided to slide his hand down from her breast to her thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, sending pain and pleasure through her. **Uhmfph~!** She moaned around the cock in her mouth, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

Don continued this motion and dragged her nightie up to her waist, revealing her dark green lace panties. Samantha felt a surge of vulnerability, her cheeks flushing deeper as Don's gaze lingered on her exposed skin.

His fingers then traced the edge of her panties, teasing the sensitive area just beyond the fabric. Then, his fingers pressed against the soaked fabric of her panties, causing Samantha's tension to turn into a shuddering anticipation.

*Emph~!!!**

Her mouth, still wrapped around his cock, moved with a newfound eagerness the moment he did this, her tongue swirling in erratic patterns that seemed to drive Don's thrusts deeper.

The pressure of his fingers against her pussy lips sent waves of pleasure through her, and she made no effort to resist.

Don's other hand tightened in her hair, gently guiding her head to match the rhythm of his hips.

This rhythm didn't last as Don soon thrust even harder, hitting the back of Samantha's throat.

**Grgk~** *urk~** **mmph~!!**

She felt many intense sensations from this and her eyes widened, the gagging sounds becoming more pronounced, mixing with the slurping noises that filled the room.

Don's fingers went on to trace her clit and pussy lips through the soaked fabric, adding another layer of stimulation that proved too much for Samantha.

Her mind went blank, overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and discomfort. Her body responded involuntarily, her arousal intensifying as she struggled to maintain her composure.

As Samantha's lips remained tightened around Don's cock, she felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure course through her body. 'Oh my goodness, I'm cumming!' she thought, her mind foggy as her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

**MMM!!***

The intense sensation took her by surprise, and she instinctively pulled her hand away from his cock to grab his thigh for support.

Don, however, maintained his grip on her head, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he approached his own climax. **GURGK!!** **GURGK!!** Samantha's eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his semen fill her mouth, the taste both shocking and…. exhilarating.

As Don's final thrusts subsided, Samantha slumped against his lap, her breath ragged and her mind reeling.

**pant~** **pant~**

The warmth of his semen lingered in her mouth served as a reminder of what had just transpired.

She couldn't shake the thought that her own pleasure had been heightened by the sheer intensity of the act, a realization that filled her with both shame and a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Her body still trembled from the orgasm, her muscles weak as she struggled to process the emotions swirling inside her.

Don's hand, now gentle, brushed against her hair, as she thought, 'my own son made me cum while violating my throat—….'

'—… and I enjoyed it.'