Twas the night before Valentines. She sat there alone. Right in front of her was a mouth watering sight.
Her mouth dripping wet. Her eyes placed on the bright red she could see glistening when the light hit it.
Her brain flashed with so many images. She could see herself slurping it all up. Her tongue wrapping along its length lips pursing as her mouth took in as much as she could handle. She knew how hot it would be on her tongue but she didn't care. She was hungry. SO HUNGRY, for that burn that would travel down her throat into her belly. Filling her up.
She began to slurp. The juices and old dripping down her chin. A moan of satisfaction slipping through her lips as the salty and somewhat spicy oils lubricate her tongue.
She begins to gag. She put too much in her mouth at once. Tears stream down her face as the thicc blob in her mouth suffocate her. She'd become a whore any day for this kind of pleasure.
Her love for noodles was endless. She would die eating them.
