"Let me fuck those tits!"

Titgirl gasps and blushes, looking around instinctively to make sure nobody heard you say that even though the two of you are alone on the roof of a building... and there's only one person who might've heard, the mysterious figure hovering off in the distance, but you won't have to deal with her now.

Titgirl begins to giggle, the telltale sign of someone who is excited to do something a little naughty.

"What?" You ask with a smile, wondering why your request got this reaction.

"We don't..." She bites her lip. "People don't really do that sort of thing on this planet." She whispers with a grin. "Boobs are so, I dunno, sacred here that... and penises are so rare that... we just don't really do that..."

"Oh..." You respond, the disappointment clear in your voice. In an instant, though, Titgirl grabs your hands and pulls you in close with her super speed, burying your face in her tits and sliding your other hand under her small skirt. You immediately start playing with her warm pussy, which is dripping from how wet she is.

"That doesn't mean, I won't do it..." She says in a breathy voice, still holding back giggles of excitement. "I want you to..." She works up the courage to say it. "fuck my tits, sir. Tell me what you want from me."

You grin, working her pussy harder with your fingers. She whimpers and starts to buckle, using the hand you're fucking her with for stability.

"I want to lay you down, and then mount you, and then use your drool as lubricant while I... fuck your tits."

Titgirl moans and tries to catch her breath.

"O-o-okay." She smiles weakly, **** for what you're describing. "Hold on." She wraps her arms around you, pulling you tighter into her cleavage and then shoots up into the air with you. The two of you fly for a moment before stopping above another building. Titgirl stares into it for a moment, her eyes turning a sparkly pink.

"Thank god." She says. "My roommate's not home."

"You have a roommate?" You manage to ask before Titgirl flies the two of you inside through a conveniently open skylight. You assumed that this planet's most beloved superhero would have a secret lair where she could bring home the people she wants to fuck.

"My job... my _day _job doesn't pay much." She shrugs. "This one doesn't either, actually."

The apartment is modest. A living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Nothing that would seem out of place on your planet, save for some kind of holographic projector instead of a TV, a large cylindrical object like a vertical tanning bed, and a lot of sex toys casually left around the apartment. Titgirl sees you notice them and explains that they belong to her roommate.

"C'mon." She says with a smile, grabbing your hand and leading you to one of the bedrooms. There's a cute flowery sign attached to the door that says "Claire's Room," with a note taped to it that says: "Hey Tiny, ur boss called. Says u skipped out on work? LOL" She tears the note down in frustration and motions for you to enter the room. You give her a look and she sighs. "She calls me 'Tiny' because of my..." She looks down at her enormous chest, unsure of how to describe her secret identity.

"No..." You respond. "I was going to ask about 'Claire.' Is that your real name?"

"Uhh, yeah. But don't tell anyone. It's a secret identity."

"I prefer Titgirl better anyway. Or just Tits. Or Slut. Or Fucktoy. Or..."

"Okayokay!" Titgirl stops you, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind her. The room is small, enough room for a computer, a dresser, and a surprisingly large and cozy looking bed. There are posters on the walls for musicians, all women with varyingly big tits, but all still smaller than Titgirl. You see a few discarded clothing items, all of which look fairly conservative and professional, and none of which would fit the Titgirl who stands before you now.

Before you can ask, she floats past you and positions herself on the bed, laying on her back with her legs spread and her wet pussy on display. She has dropped her skirt and boots, leaving just her white corset and the pink, ribbon-like cape attached to the collar around her neck.

"Like this, Sir?" She asks, squeezing her tits together. She opens her soft lips and lets her tongue hang out, a wet string of drool sliding from her lips to her chest. "My titties are ready for you... they're yours... I'm yours... I'm just a weak girl, nothing 'super' about me... I just have good tits and they're made for you to fuck..." She's already moaning, her pussy juices leaving a wet spot on her bed.

You nod and step out of your spacesuit, allowing Titgirl to see your big swollen member in all its glory, plus your muscled chest and arms. She lets out a whining whimper and convulses a little on the bed as you get closer, mounting her like you said you would.

On her back, Titgirl's amazing breasts only sag slightly, holding their shape as perfectly round, soft, fat globes, a strip of her drool running down the middle. You grab onto her breasts, hugging them more than squeezing them due to their size as you slide your cock in between them.

Titgirl lets out a little purr in surprise at the sensation and you respond with an animalistic groan. So soft. So warm. So jiggly. It's like fucking a perfectly firm cloud or something. You go harder and faster as Titgirl uses her strength to squeeze her tits around your cock, the two of you in perfect sync, allowing her body to be used like a toy for your pleasure, and from the way she's moaning and writhing, she's getting off on it plenty.

When you thrust deep and hard enough, the head of your cock peeks out from between her tits and she can almost reach it with her long tongue, which hangs out with every thrust in time with another string of her lubricating drool. It is, in short, mind-blowing, and after a few more grunting, beastly thrusts into the perfect pillows of flesh, you feel your climax approaching. Hell, it feels so good that you wonder why you didn't cum immediately.

"Titgirl!" You manage to say, the only warning you have time for, as you cock begins to pulse and release spurt after spurt after spurt of thick, white, creamy cum in between Titgirl's breasts. The **** of your orgasm is hard enough that some of the cum splats onto her face, a few drops even reaching her mouth. She eagerly laps them up as best she can, but her body is convulsing with an enormous orgasm at the same time, one that rattles the bed you're on. She reaches around your body and furiously rubs her pussy, riding the orgasm as hard as she can.

Before long you're spent, and you collapse on top of Titigirl's tits before lazily rolling off and laying next to her. She doesn't stop, though. She rubs her hands all over her tits, making them glisten with her pussy juice and your cum, which she tries to scoop up and taste as she gets it all over her tits. She's still whimpering and moaning, with the occasional orgasmic quiver, and the whole display is stunningly hot. You want to go again, but you're feeling wiped from the cop's BJ and this fun with Titgirl, so you just lay there and watch.