Earlier:
Kizzie's orange glittered halter top shone in the sunlight as she strolled out of the shop.
She had just gone on break and was heading out for some grub.
Too bad the rib place was closed.
Then she spotted a truck out of the corner of her eye.
"Spicy Ramen anytime, huh?" she asked herself.
She wasn't a big fan of these food trucks (getting diarrhea in the middle of a steamy hot fuck will do that), but she was hungry and it was close by.
Kizzie walked over to get in line an immediately spotted her.
Stacking up some seasonings behind the counter was one pretty little thing.
Her hair was a sleek dark brown, her lips nice and soft, her eyes shimmering hazel, her rack a nice healthy C cup.
'Ah know where ah'm eatin' from now on.' Kizzie smiled as she stepped up to the large truck.
"Oh hey there! I'm Katie, what can I get for you?" the lady asked as Kizzie dopily smiled.
"I guess ah'll take... the spicy orange bowl, some hot sauce... you out to a nice place downtown?" Kizzie said with a sheepish smile.
"Okay, one spicy orange with hot sau... wait, what?" the half-asian asked.
"Oh, nothin' tah worry 'bout, beautiful." Kizzie smiled.
"Oh sorry, I don't swing that way." Katie replied.
Kizzie pressed her lipstick against one of the dollars in her hand.
"Your gonna be swingin' mah way soon enough." Kizzie whispered.
"What?" Katie asked.
"Nothin' sugah." Kizzie smiled back.
Katie put the money in and got to work on her bowl, unaware of the orange lipstick pasting itself to her lips.
There wasn't much the virus could do to her physically.
Her lips puffed up, her ass bulged out, her tits pumped up to DDs... that was about it.
Mentally however...
'Brad did flake on me... maybe I should go out with her.' Katie thought.
'Easy there, Katie. Let's not get all experimental and nuts over it....'
She absent minded dumped some broth on her engorged tits and moaned loudly; the hot broth made her nipples tingle.
'Woah, where did that come from?' she thought, oblivious to the cleavage that now blocked her feet.
'Now that I think about it... my bra's kinda tight.'
Katie looked every way before bending down and reaching behind her back, throwing her old bra to the floor and standing up, not aware that her nipples were jutting out of her t-shirt/ crop top.
She plopped in some noodles and added some broth, dropping in the chicken, orange pieces, cashews, and now for some...
*RIIIIIP*
green onions.
That slight bend was all it took for the back of her strained jeans to completely blow out.
Her face turned bright red as she slipped off her jeans and threw on an apron, hoping nobody saw that.
But something about being caught with her pants off and her booty(?) hanging out was.. thrilling? Arousing? Hawt?
Especially if a cute... girl saw her?
Katie shook her head and hastily tried to finish, dumping on the green onions and reaching for some chili sauce.
All she managed to do was dump steamy hot broth on her crotch.
The burning warm and her swollen clitoris left her moaning in pleasure as she fell to the floor, dumping the entire bowl on her privates.
"Everythin' okay back here?" Kizzie asked.
"I think I m-messed up the bowwwwwl..." Katie moaned as she laid there.
"Ah'll eat it anyway." Kizzie grinned and she got on her knees and slipped Katie's panties down.
"What are you... oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. OHHHHHHHHHHH!" the ramen girl moaned as Kizzie slurped up her seeping cum as well as the mess of noodles.
'Oh fuck.... it's so warm... so sticky... so messy.... so... so... so haaaaaaaaaawt.' Katie mentally moaned as she climaxed all over her customer's face.
"Now that's some good eatin'." Kizzie grinned.
"T-Thank you." Katie moaned at the total babe who just ate her out.
Kizzie heard her phone alarm go off before she could help herself to a little drink *wink, wink*.
"Ah gotta go, bye!" Kizzie said.
"B-Bye....." Katie moaned before passing out on the floor.