You've gotta get your hands on those super tits!

Titgirl keeps riding your cock, the power of her pussy occasionally lifting the two of you into the air, as she plays with her huge breasts. You want to join the young superhero, get your hands on that perfectly smooth titflesh and see if they feel as perfect as they look, but the cop's stupid fuzzy pink handcuffs are still locking your arms together.

"T-T-Titgirl..." You manage to say in between exquisitely forceful thrusts. "W-w-wait..."

Titgirl stops bouncing, her warm and wet pussy holding your cock in place. You mentally criticize yourself for stopping that mind-blowing fucking, but you need your hands free. She looks down at you in concern.

"What is it, John? I wasn't hurting you, was I? I can get a little carried away when someone's bossing me arou--" She stops herself, turning bright red. Even with a cock currently inside her she can still get embarrassed about what must be a huge kink for her. _Bossing her around... _You file that away for later.

You take a moment to catch your breath and respond. "No, you weren't hurting me. If anything we could be fucking even harder. It's just that..." You shrug your shoulder, indicating that you can't move your hands. "I'm handcuffed. Anything you can do about that?"

"Oh, gosh! Of course. Just... one second." She places a hand on your chest and gently pushes herself up off of your cock, the wet slurping sound of her pulling her tight pussy off of your cock filling the quiet air around your little rooftop sanctuary. She hovers over you for a second, shuddering from the lingering pleasure of having you inside her as your precum and her own juices drip down, and then she floats back down and stands over you. You hold up the handcuffs as best you can, and she stares intently at them. You expect lasers to come out of her eyes, but no. Instead, she uses her hands to lift her massive breasts up slightly and then squeezes them.

An impossibly bright stream of pink liquid shoots out of each nipple onto the handcuffs. You feel warmth coming off of them, and in an instant, they both melt right off of your arms.

"How's that?" Titgirl asks with a big grin.

"Much better." You say, rubbing your wrists.

"I would've done it sooner, but I didn't know if they were... part of your outfit or something. I've never met a man before, let alone a man from another world like me. Like I said, I... got carried away." She blushes again and smiles. It's very cute. She also notices you gawking at her tits. "That power? I call them Boob Rays. Don't worry, I have perfect control over them. You won't get blasted. Unless you want to... they actually, uh..." She blushes again. "They do various... things..."

You step closer to her, a hungry look in your eye and a new surge of energy hitting you know that your wrists are free. You smell Titgirl on your cock, and you want more.

"So, ummm... where were we?" She bites her lip as you approach.

"Ohhh, you were just telling me that you're the most powerful superhero on this weird boob planet, but you're completely powerless against someone telling you what to do."

"Wha... I didn't say that... I..." Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, and you can tell her knees are quivering a bit.

"Shut up!" You snap.

"Oh goddess, yesss..." She moans, still whispering, visibly shaking now.

"I said shut up!" You say.

Titgirl bites her lip again, her breathing erratic. She's so turned on, you can hardly believe it. Finally, you reach forward and grab her tits. They're as soft as you imagined, but light and supple. As big as they are, they don't feel fake. She whimpers in pleasure as you caress her tits, and her whimper becomes a moan as you reach her nipples with their T and G logo rings. You tug on the piercings a bit and she can't help but gasp.

"S-s-s-s-s-sir..." She whines.

"No no, wait. I want to understand." You grin. You don't normally have this dominating streak, but something about Titgirl's eagerness to surrender to you and be putty in your hands, paired with her incredible body and the thrill of fucking a superhero, are pushing you further than you ever thought possible. So you decide to humiliate her a little bit. "You're the most powerful superhero on this planet, able to fly and go at super-speed and lift things with super-strength..." You start playing with her tits more energetically, squeezing and rubbing the acres of flesh.

She nods, meekly, her whole body quivering. You wonder how wet she is and pull her close, as close you can get with her tits in the way, and use one hand to lift up her skirt. You rest the piece of fabric on your cock, giving you a clear path back to her pussy as you go back to playing with her breasts and playfully needling her.

"But you don't like being the most powerful superhero on the planet, you like being a slut who turns into a quivering doll in the presence of someone who is actually _stronger _than you, right?"

She nods again.

"Say it!"

"You're stronger than me!" She yelps. "I'm a... a qui-quivering doll!" She punctuates the last word with an orgasmic scream that hits you like a powerful gust of wind. You almost lose your balance, but your grip on her tits holds you up.

"And call me sir!" you add.

"YES SIR!" She screams again as her body shakes, another blast of wind almost knocking you over. She looks up and gives you a weak smile. She is enjoying this.

"Then I demand that you..."