When do you want to try anti-gravity sex? Once she realized she had been broadcasting the entire ordeal live, the streams were canceled once again. “I’ll slip my hands in your jumper thing. “Woah, check it oooout. She had stopped her daily broadcasts after someone asked what all the floating white stuff was. “That’s an excellent question. These were not senior astronauts. Look at your hair; it’s floating, like a shiny blonde jellyfish. Oh, the boomers? If this is a booty call, you might have to give me a few minutes.”
The truth ended up being so much worse than her nightmare scenario that Rose considered rinsing her mouth with toxic coolant. The slimy substance had made contact with her cheek and stuck to the skin like a wet booger instead of sliding down because of weightlessness. But maybe one could be reached. She had stopped her daily broadcasts after someone asked what all the floating white stuff was. What if I become the first person to die aboard the space station? Mouthful after mouthful she slurped the shrinking ball until precious air entered her sperm-coated lungs. “Pfft, for a genius, you’re not very smart.
