One more question, no more Naomi problem

Naomi's stuck for now, you kneeling on top of her, both of you breathing heavily from the scuffle. Her ear plugs lie on the floor next to you. The tazer lies there too, no longer so threatening, because it's discharged, but also because you're back in control. You're full of adrenaline, and Naomi is trapped on her back under your weight and grasp, but you are the one who's asking the questions around here, and you think you've finally got one for Naomi.

"You've been a bitch forever Naomi. Pillowtits here probably doesn't deserve any of this," Naomi rocks her pelvis against you at the mention of Pillowtits' mistreatment, aroused at how you picked on the poor girl. You go on, "but you've basically had it coming for a ..."

"Your speech sucks, get on with it loser..."

"Alright Naomi, I'd like to know, would you rather..." she wrestles fiercely underneath you, writhing against the floor and trying to push you off, but also squirming from the lust she feels at all of the terrible things she'd like to do to you. You give her the choice. "Would you rather be unable to resist me or be unable to be mean?"

It could go a lot of different ways, which is why you feel like it's not going to backfire. The pissed as fuck look on her face suggests she's having to actually decide. It's a hot look, and while she thinks it over you grab her massive tit and dig your fingers into the soft flesh until she squeals. "Ah, stop it you fuck! I'm trying to make up my miiiind ow!"

You go at it with both hands, playing with her chest in all the ways you've always dreamed off, jiggling, bouncing, squeezing her giant beautiful titties, her smooth pretty face scowling at you, which is what her face does the rest of the time anyway.

Finally, she places her hands on top of yours, as if helping you knead her huge breasts, but she never quits scowling, and she whines, "Alright, you little shit. I won't fight you anymore." The room is quiet, both of you still breathing heavily. "I won't bully you, I won't wear earplugs. I won't resist" That's the word you used, you've been waiting to hear it. You roll off of her onto the floor and lay beside her, finally relaxing again. "I won't turn you in to the cops either, which somebody totally is gonna do soon by the way." She frowns a little. "Wow I guess I won't even withhold ideas I have that might help you. Disgusting."

You laugh out loud, an exhausted laugh of triumph despite so many fuck ups.

"What are you going to do with me?" She takes a deep breath and rolls over on her side to face you, her big curves and hair spilling everywhere.

"That depends, would you rather ride me like a cowgirl or take it doggy-style?"

"Ugh that's not what I meant," she says, climbing on top of your body, kneeling on your thighs as you had on hers only minutes ago. You reach to remove her tank top, but she pulls it off for you, grinding her pelvis into you as she does so.

So she hate fucks you like a wild rodeo slut, her massive boobs swinging all over the place with each thrust of your rock hard cock, upwards against her soaking wet pussy. She's gasping raspy sex breaths, a noise that manages to be acceptable for a library.

You grab at her big, round titties, but it's also spectacular to watch them swing around. Her tits swing heavily over her smooth, soft little stomach until you grab her by the waist and start pulling her curvy little body down against you with each thrust, her tits bouncing violently up and down, bringing little yelps into her gasps. She grabs her tits to hold them still and you say, "Let 'em swing, Naomi."

Naomi, unable to resist you, takes her hands off her own chest and lays them on yours. She leans in to you, rocking your shaft against her inner walls, pumping her clit against the base of your dick, and whispering one staccato word with each gasping bounce. "John! Ugh! You! Are! ahhh! a! aaa! supe! supe! Supervillain ahhhhh you fuckin asshole I wanna fuck you up soo oooooooo...." and she slumps over sideways, collapsing on the floor, her juices and yours leaking out of her all over the library tiles.

You're not sure if she's passed out or just resting a bit, so you poke her tit and she whispers, "fuck yoououuuu John."

You've made a pretty bad mess here. It's time to move on, so you leave the library with a half-naked Pillowtits and a naked, sticky Naomi sprawled on the floor. Actually Naomi's not naked though. Earlier you'd asked if she'd rather spend the day in her undies. They were still wrapped around her calves. You remind yourself to be more choosy with your vocabulary in the future.

You whisper one last question in Naomi's ear before you part. She nods and mumbles her response, ensuring your paths will cross again. For now though, it's time to leave the Library and get some sunshine.