2.

Oh shit!

Miss Parker slammed into you like a football player, her deceptively slender form more than enough to knock you offbalance and to the ground.

Effectively winded upon impact, your vision is instantly consumed by her grinning expression, along with her naked breasts now hovering dangerously above your face.

It had seemed like somewhat of a fair fight just seconds ago, but now, it was so obviously in her favor.

“Please tell me you gave my girls downstairs a better fight,” she taunts you breathlessly, her refined, authoritarian tone still apparent even after her brief adrenaline rush.

Your cheeks burn crimson as you struggle helplessly underneath her, seemingly unable to buck this redheaded woman off of you.

But not for lack of trying, however…

Still, defiant, you reply back, “They barely gave me much of a fight to begin with. Guess you didn’t train them well enough.”

“You’re right about that. I have been awful lax on training as of late,” she muses aloud, before leering back down on you bemusedly, “I’ll remedy that soon enough. Perhaps they can assist me once you wake up.”

“What does that me-?”

You never finish the sentence, because Miss Parker’s breasts immediately engulf your face!

A muffled Noooo manages to escape your lips before the rest of your facial features are firmly entrenched within her fleshy embrace.

Struggling to breathe with both your nose and mouth clamped firmly against her buxom breasts, you can only groan and grimace as she pulls you deeper and deeper into her cavernous bust.

It was a surprisingly brutal maneuver from the seemingly calm and composed librarian, but it was an effective one nonetheless.

Audibly gasping for air with his primary airways being sealed off in her fleshy valley, you let out a guttural groan as you feel your willpower being drained away with every second gone by.

It was overwhelming all at once: the forceful mashing of her breasts against your face, the seductive stimulation of her pelvis grinding up against your torso, and especially the asphyxiating effects of her breast smother.

Lacing her fingers together around the back of your neck, the woman simply leans forward and lets her breasts do the rest of the work, or at least what little of it there still was.

Screaming out into the buxom flesh that was now suffocating her mercilessly, you utilize whatever little energy you still possess to frantically scratch, claw, and pull at whatever patch of skin or strand of hair you could feel through your fingers, but it was not enough.

Nothing, it would seem, was enough.

“Not much longer now.” Her smile only widens as she continues to forcibly grinded her Double D's against your protesting features, your cries of anguish nothing more than music to the red headed woman’s ears.

You now realize, with the world closing in around you at an alarming rate, why she had her underlings fight her battles for her on the lower levels.

It was to wear you down..until finally...you had to fight...the big boss...and ...and…

The thought goes unfinished as your eyes finally roll over to the back of your head.

Previously thrashing legs suddenly straightening out, your sudden stillness is a welcome sensation for Miss Parker, who peels her breasts off your sweaty visage to formally inspect you.

Smiling at the blankness of your previously occupied expression, she brushes her hair back over one shoulder.

Her triumphant, wordless face is the last you process before everything fades to black, leaving the redhead the undisputed winner of this impromptu confrontation.

The only question now…