The fluorescent hum of the 24-hour convenience store in Kuala Lumpur buzzed like a secret at midnight. I was grabbing a bottle of water when I collided with her—slim frame, oversized hoodie, cap pulled low. Rosé from BLACKPINK, fresh off her solo concert, undercover and glowing with post-performance adrenaline.
"Whoa, easy there, stranger," she quipped, steadying herself with a sharp grin. "Or are you always this forward with mysterious women buying ramyeon at 1 a.m.?"
I blinked, recognizing the voice instantly. "Rosé? What are you—"
"Shh," she cut in, finger to my lips, eyes sparkling with wit. "Call me Rose tonight. No fans, no cameras. Just a girl craving snacks and maybe... something more intriguing." Her gaze lingered, bold and unyielding. She wasn't hiding; she was hunting.
Minutes later, her presidential suite swallowed us whole—silk sheets, city lights twinkling below. She pushed me against the door, strong hands roaming. "You bumped into me on purpose, didn't you? Admit it."
"Maybe I did," I replied, voice husky. "Your concert was electric."
She laughed, low and seductive, dropping to her knees. "Flattery gets you everywhere. Now, let's see if that cock lives up to the hype." Her fingers freed me, stroking until I was rock hard. She took me in her mouth for an erotic blowjob, tongue swirling expertly as she spoke between sucks. "Mmm, you're throbbing already. Tell me, does this feel as good as you imagined?"
Panting, I groaned, "Better. You're incredible."
Rosé pulled back, lips glistening, strong and in control. "Good. Because I'm not submissive—I take what I want. Suck harder? Watch." She deepthroated again, wet sounds filling the air, her hand pumping the base. "Your cock tastes like trouble. I bet your pussy's dripping just thinking about me, but tonight it's all about this." She was sweating lightly, horny fire in her eyes.
I reached down, but she swatted playfully. "Hands off. I'm leading." She stood, shedding clothes to reveal her ass, firm and inviting, then straddled me on the bed. "Ready for more?" she teased, guiding my hard length into her wet pussy. We moved together, her riding with powerful thrusts, dialogue sharp: "Fuck, you're deep. Make me cum, but don't you dare finish first."
The room filled with panting, bodies slick, leading to an explosive climax where she came hard around me, cum mixing in heated release. She collapsed laughing, witty to the end: "Round two in the shower? This undercover night’s just getting started."
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