I could not help staring each time I called Fizz, the food vendor across the street, to bring me a plate of fried rice. I did not know there was anything extra special about her until yesterday, when I suggested in play, that she come in and we get acquainted. Fizz was enthusiastic, her eyes lit up, and her bright red painted lips turned a sly smile. I don't usually do girls, what could I do? She had called my bluff.
After a solid lunch hours fun and cum, Fizz says to me, Fried rice chicken, half dollar, eat my rice, eat my cock. You know, I'd never have known.