Your entire existence disgusts me so I told you the only day you could kiss me is when Hell freezes over. Well, with a fever now it feels like it. I want to see if even when I'm not feeling well if you're still desperate enough to want to make out with me. Unsurprisingly, you take the offer. Even with my gross tongue you want it in your mouth. Amything to experience it once in your pathetic life. You don't care if you fall ill too, so long as you've felt my soft lips against yours. As a brat, I make sure to really try to make you not want it, but you can't stop your horny and pathetic self. No coughing can stop you from wanting whatever little attention I give you.