Onda - PART 3 - First Half of Train Wreck

As 'Train Wreck' resumed after the commercial break, Onda was greeted by The Conductor's warm smile as he stepped forward to interview her.

"Onda, how are you feeling after that intense first half of the show?" he asked, concern etched in his features. "You've had quite a variety of fans so far - from playful Casanovas to dominant athletic supporters... How did it make you feel?"

Onda's personality shone through as she responded with empathy and warmth.

"It was exhilarating, but also a bit exhausting," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and fatigue. "Each fan brought out different sides of me - desires I've never fully acknowledged, emotions that surprised even me."

She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "The gentle giant touched something deep within me. His care and protection made me feel cherished in ways I hadn't expected. And the athletic supporter... well, he pushed me to explore parts of myself I didn't know existed."

Onda's expression turned thoughtful as she reflected on her experiences. "But what struck me most was how each fan seemed to see a different aspect of who I am - and how that made me feel seen and appreciated in ways I've never experienced before."

A soft, appreciative smile graced her lips as she concluded, "I'm grateful for this unique opportunity 'Train Wreck' has given me. To explore my own desires, boundaries, and the different facets of myself... it's been a journey of self-discovery unlike any other."

As the first fan stepped forward, Onda's gaze locked onto the merchandise-clad enthusiast before her. She remembered him from the first round but didn’t realize how much fan merch he was wearing. She could practically taste his adoration for her, fueling her own desire to please him in return.

Onda knelt gracefully on the studio floor, her red dress riding up to expose more of her toned thighs. Her long raven hair cascaded around her face like a dark waterfall as she gazed up at the fan with lust-filled eyes.

"I remember you," Onda purred. "I think EVERGLOW’s biggest fan deserves a reward.” She reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around the bulge straining against his pants. "You're so hard for me already."

With a deft flick of her wrist, she unzipped his fly, freeing his average-sized cock from its confines. His eyes widened at the sight of Onda's petite mouth hovering mere inches away.

"Holy shit," he panted breathlessly, his voice thick with anticipation.

Onda parted her glossy lips to reveal the wet, inviting cavern within. She engulfed the fanboy's cock in a single smooth motion, taking him deep into the warmth of her throat.

"Mmmph, you taste so good," Onda moaned around his shaft, her voice muffled but unmistakable. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head as she bobbed her head up and down, setting a relentless pace that had the fanboy trembling with pleasure.

His hands found purchase in Onda's hair, gripping tightly as he guided her movements. "Yes, just like that! Oh god, your mouth feels incredible!"

Onda hummed her approval, the vibrations sending shivers through the cock filling her mouth. She could feel his member twitching and pulsing with each thrust, signaling his impending release.

"I can tell you're getting close," Onda panted between sucks, her words slightly slurred by the cock lodged in her throat. "Give it to me, baby – cum in my mouth!"

He let out a strangled groan as his orgasm washed over him. His hips bucked erratically, thrusting his cock deeper into Onda's willing mouth.

She swallowed around him greedily, milking every drop of his release. The first spurts hit the back of her throat, salty and thick on her taste buds. As he continued to cum, she drank it all down, savoring the flavor of his passion.

Finally, as the last tremors subsided, Onda released the spent cock from her lips with a soft pop. She gazed up at the fanboy, her own eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction.

"There you go," she cooed, wiping a stray dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth with a delicate finger. "All for my biggest fan."

As the innocent fan stepped forward, his wide-eyed gaze locked onto Onda with a mixture of awe and reverence. He approached her with tentative steps, as if fearing he might break the idol's fragile spell.

Onda smiled softly at him, remembering his modest attire and pure demeanor, recognizing the unadulterated love shining in his eyes. She rose to her feet and gently took his hands in hers, guiding him closer until their bodies almost touched.

"I'm so honored you're here with me," Onda whispered, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to calm the fan's nerves. "Let me show you how much I appreciate your presence."

With a gentle tug, she led him to sit on the edge of the stage, positioning herself between his legs. Her fingers danced along the zipper of his pants, eliciting a soft gasp from the fan as he realized what was about to happen.

Onda slowly unfastened his modestly concealed erection, freeing it from its confines. The fan’s cock sprang forth, rock-hard and throbbing with restrained desire. Despite its impressive hardness, it remained clothed in a thin layer of foreskin, adding an air of innocence to the scene.

"It's so big and beautiful," Onda breathed, her fingertips tracing the velvety length. "I can't wait to touch you."

With that, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him with a gentle yet purposeful rhythm. The fan's breath hitched in his throat as pleasure coursed through his veins.

Onda continued to jerk him off with skilled precision, her grip tightening just enough to coax out beads of precum from the tip. She pumped him steadily, relishing the way his cock twitched and hardened further under her touch.

The fan's hands found their way to Onda's hair, tangling in the dark strands as he lost himself in the sensation of her handjob. "O-Onda-ya... it feels amazing," he stammered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Emboldened by his reaction, Onda increased the speed and pressure of her strokes, coaxing the fan closer to climax. She could feel him tensing beneath her touch, signaling his impending orgasm.

With a final surge of effort, Onda brought the sweetheart over the edge. His cock pulsed in her grip as he erupted, spurts of cum painting her hand with his release.

She continued stroking him through the aftershocks, milking every last drop from his throbbing member until he was spent. As the fan's orgasm subsided, Onda released him from her touch with a satisfied sigh, gazing up at him with adoring eyes.

"There you go," she purred, wiping away a stray dribble of cum from her fingers before savoring them as a symbol of their shared pleasure. "All for you, sweetheart,” she said as she wiped it clean from her fingers.

The playful tease sauntered onto the stage with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as they locked onto Onda. He was undeniably confident, with an air of casual dominance that seemed to ruffle the idol's feathers in the most delightful way.

Onda could feel her cheeks heating up under the fan's playful jabs and teasing comments, but she refused to let him get the best of her. She maintained a coy smile, meeting his challenges with a playful retort of her own as they engaged in their lighthearted banter.

As the verbal sparring reached its peak, the tease finally broke character, laying back on the stage and beckoning Onda closer with a crooked finger. "Come here, beautiful," he purred, his voice low and sultry. "Let's see what you can do with those gorgeous feet."

Onda rolled her eyes playfully but complied, stepping forward to lay opposite of him. She lifted one leg, guiding it towards his groin until the sole of her high heel rested against his cock.

"Like this?" she asked coyly, applying gentle pressure to coax out precum from the tip.

The tease let out a low chuckle, his laughter infectious as he nodded in approval. "Exactly like that," he confirmed as he shifted closer to her.

With renewed vigor, Onda began to jerk him off with her foot, moving it in slow, deliberate strokes along the length of his cock. She could feel him hardening beneath her touch, his shaft growing thicker and more pulsing as she worked him over.

As she continued her ministrations, the fan’s breathing grew heavier, his hips bucking slightly to meet each stroke of her foot. "Fuck, Onda-ya... you're so good at this," he groaned, his words punctuated by ragged gasps.

Encouraged by his reaction, Onda increased the speed and pressure of her movements, determined to bring the playful tease to a screaming climax. Her foot glided up and down his cock in a relentless rhythm, until she could feel him tensing beneath her touch, signaling his impending release.

With a final, firm stroke, Onda pushed the fan over the edge. His cock pulsed violently against her sole as he erupted, hot spurts of cum splattering across her legs and pooling on the stage beneath them.

She continued to jerk him through his orgasm, milking every last drop from his spent member until he was utterly spent. As his climax subsided, Onda slowly withdrew her foot, gazing down at the sticky mess adorning her skin with a satisfied smirk.

"There you go," she purred, wiggling her cum-coated toes teasingly in front of the fan's face before reaching out with her hands to clean herself off.

The shy bookworm stepped onto the stage, his eyes wide behind his glasses as they met Onda's gaze. He fidgeted nervously, his hands clasped together in front of him as he spoke in a soft, timid voice.

"I-I've always admired you so much, Onda-ya," he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "You're the most beautiful idol I've ever seen."

Onda smiled warmly at the fan's sweet confession, her heart melting slightly at the genuine adoration shining in his eyes. She reached out to gently cup his cheek, tilting his face up to meet hers.

"You're very kind to say so," she murmured, her breath warm against his flushed skin. "I'm honored to be admired by such a loving fan."

The bookworm's blush deepened at Onda's touch, but he seemed emboldened by her gentle encouragement. He reached for the hem of his shirt, hesitating for a moment before pulling it over his head and revealing his lean, scholarly physique.

"I-I have something special for you, "he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

With trembling fingers, the bookworm unfastened his pants, freeing his massive cock from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and veiny with a hefty girth that made Onda's eyes widen in surprise.

"Wow," she breathed, her gaze transfixed by the impressive sight before her. "That’s definitely special.”

The bookworm let out a shy laugh, his face burning brighter than ever as he nodded sheepishly. "Thank you," he replied, stepping closer to Onda with a determined glint in his eye.

He positioned himself between Onda's legs, guiding his cock towards her tits with trembling hands. She watched with bated breath as he pressed the swollen head against her cleavage, groaning softly at the sensation of her soft flesh enveloping him.

Slowly, deliberately, the bookworm began to fuck Onda's tits, sliding his thick cock in and out between the plump mounds. Each thrust sent ripples through her breasts, causing them to bounce enticingly against his shaft.

Onda gasped at the novel sensation, arching her back to meet each push of the bookworm's hips. She could feel every inch of his massive cock as it pistoned between her tits, the friction building a delicious pressure in her core.

The bookworm set a relentless pace, lost in the ecstasy of pleasuring Onda with his throbbing member. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping her breasts tightly as he rode them with increasing fervor.

As Onda's pleasure mounted, she felt the bookworm tensing above her, his cock swelling even larger between her tits. She knew he was close to cumming, and she reveled in the knowledge that she had brought this shy lecher to the brink of climax once more.

With a final, powerful thrust, the bookworm erupted, his hot seed spraying across Onda's cleavage in thick ropes. He continued to pump between her tits even as he came, milking every last drop from his spent member until he was utterly drained and collapsed against her.

As they caught their breath, Onda gazed down at the sticky mess adorning her chest with a satisfied smirk.

The dreamy romantic stepped forward, his eyes shining with adoration as they met Onda's gaze. Like before, he wore his heart on his sleeve, every gesture and word dripping with the kind of unbridled passion that could only belong to a true believer in love.

Onda felt her own heart flutter at the sincerity emanating from this devoted fan, and she couldn't help but be touched by his earnest affection. She rose to her feet, smiling warmly as she approached him.

"I'm so glad you're here,” she whispered, her voice gentle as she reached out to caress his cheek.

The romantic's blush deepened at Onda's touch, and he leaned into her hand, savoring the warmth of her skin against his own. "You have no idea how much you mean to me," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I've always dreamed of being this close to you."

As if moved by some unseen ****, the romantic guided Onda towards a plush sofa situated at the edge of the stage. He helped her sit down before kneeling between her thighs, his hands roaming over her body with reverent care.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin as he worshipped every inch of her curves. "I could never tire of looking at you like this."

Onda's breath caught in her throat as she felt the romantic's fingers slipping beneath the hem of her dress, pushing it up to reveal her bare thighs and panties. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation sent a shiver down her spine.

The romantic didn't disappoint, his hands moving with purpose as he freed his own impressive erection from its confines. Onda gasped at the sight, her eyes widening in surprise at the sheer size of him.

"Wow," she breathed, her gaze transfixed by the thick, veiny shaft bobbing before her. "You're packing some serious heat there."

The romantic let out a shy laugh, his face burning with embarrassment and pleasure alike. "I-I guess I am," he stammered, positioning himself between Onda's legs.

With a gentle push, he guided her back onto the sofa until she was lying down, her thighs falling open in invitation. He settled between them, the head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly, his voice trembling with anticipation and desire.

Onda nodded, her heart racing as she wrapped her legs around the romantic's waist to pull him closer. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into her warmth, stretching her delicate walls around his thick girth.

The dreamy romantic let out a low groan of pleasure, his hips rocking gently as he began to move within Onda's depths. Each thrust was measured and deep, designed to awaken every nerve ending in her core until she was writhing beneath him in blissful abandon.

Onda moaned softly, her back arching off the sofa as she met each push of the romantic's hips with a roll of her own. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.

As their rhythm intensified, Onda felt the romantic's breath coming in ragged gasps against her ear. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as he drove into her with increasing fervor.

"I'm so close," he panted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure alike. "I can't hold back much longer."

Onda whimpered in response, her own climax building rapidly beneath the onslaught of his pistoning cock. She could feel every pulse, every twitch as he neared his peak, and she knew she was right there with him.

With a final, powerful thrust, the romantic buried himself to the hilt inside Onda's quivering core. His cock jerked violently as he erupted, spilling his hot seed deep within her in thick, creamy ropes.

Onda cried out at the sensation, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She clung to the romantic, her nails digging into his back as she rode out the waves of pleasure that rippled through her body.

As they both came down from their highs, the romantic collapsed onto Onda's chest, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he struggled to catch his breath. Onda wrapped her arms around him, cradling him close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.