In a private, dimly lit room, a solo fan venerates Ariana Grande, his hand working feverishly over his raging erection. Her voice, pouring from the speakers, drives him to the brink. He imagines her sassy tongue licking his shaft, her hands cupping his balls. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged. Finally, with a guttural cry, he erupts, his cum shooting out in rope after rope, a kinky, messy tribute to his pop princess.