Agree first, think later*

I follow Naomi into her bedroom—which, she tells me, she shares with Anna. To my surprise, I see two large framed photos of Naomi propped up out of the way (or as out of the way as they can be, at any rate).

Naomi understands my stunned amazement without needing any explanation. In truth, I think she expected it. “Tacky, aren’t they?” she says with amused exasperation. “Anna’s a pretty live-and-let-live sort, but she doesn’t really want our room decorated with erotic pictures of me—and neither do I. But I can’t just get rid of them—long story—and I haven’t figured out what to do with them.”

“I have a storage area in the basement—right in the front of the building, so it’s windowless—I could put them in there,” I offer. “They wouldn’t take up enough space to pose any sort of problem; then, if you ever needed access to them, you could get them back quickly.”

“Thank you,” Naomi says gratefully. “I’d ask if we could move them down there right now, but I only have so long before Anna gets back, and I have better things to do with your time.” She lies back on her bed, legs split wide, and spreads her glistening pink flower for me with two fingers. “I am absolutely addicted to having my pussy eaten,” she says, her voice husky. “It’s often the only way I cum. Eat me well, and I’ll be your happy little slut. And if you can make me cum with that big fuckstick I see in your pants, too, then you can put this tight cunt on speed dial.” She pushes two fingers into her flowing pink hole, then pulls them out and sucks them off. “Cum and eat, Mr. Wolf,” Naomi coos. “Pussy is served.”