She started about seven years after I did, and we have the same job, even though I have a ‘senior designer’ title. We sit surrounded by people who...work only in words, and they don’t get us. They’re, for the most part, extroverted in spades. They pass judgments and criticisms on books every day because their life goal is to let the red ink bleed across the page and improve some author’s story. Yes, editors are artists, too. And they are clearly tougher breeds than Molly and I, as a whole. They. Stars danced across my vision as I stared up at that perfect sky, my tits heaving.This was the best. The crowd screamed their excitement, knowing I was cumming in Starr. I shivered, letting go of her tit to wave at my fans as I pumped blast after blast of my futa-jizz into her depths.Ecstasy drowned my mind. I felt like a rock star. A queen. I loved it.“I hope you have enough left for me,” Sabrina moaned.I blinked and saw the caramel-skinned cheerleader standing before me, Jason’s white cum. " She smiled toherself, thankful that she once again had a sort of command of hervoice, although she realized that it wasn't fully correct. To her, forthe time being, it was good enough.Etu smiled and nodded. "Etu." He again patted his chest, and thenpointed to her.Her mind scrambled, he wanted to know her name - but what could she say?She remembered back to when she had arrived on this godforsaken planet,she had been calling herself April.Mustering up all of her effort, she slowly spoke. The. I kept taking in more and more of his dick until it hit my throat allowing the head to gently slide in while suppressing my gag reflex.Robert then placed his hands on the back of my head and took the lead. He smoothly fucked my mouth, ordering me every now and then to coat his dick with a sugary layer from the popsicle.“Yeah, that’s what you want, you little bitch, sucking on popsicles all day long, right?” He said teasingly, and I loved the demeaning tone in his voice.I hummed a “yes,” with.