“Why is me so sticky?” Wasp thinks while the lowlifes around her keep jerking off, releasing the last globs of spunk right into her face. “There’s hot cum going down on me. Is raining jizz?”

For a moment she forgets whats happening, focusing on catch most of the semen with her mouth – a conditioned reflex by now. “Gotta eat it!” she thinks, “Tasty hot! Food!”

The last twelve hours were a blur on her hazed mind. Before she left the shoddy place she cobbled together with other sluts – Janet remembers – she had snorted a couple lines of coke from the stash she had hidden behind the sink. Then she went to the bar, where she drank her last bills, and started exchange quick handjobs in the bathroom for vodka shots.

 

After that, things just gone downhill…