Jane and I love fucking – we try to do it every night. She said that it is a way to keep our love stronger and I laughingly told her that it is also a way to make sure I don’t fuck another chick. After all, only a Super Man could fuck two or more women on a daily basis!
To keep the fire burning and not go to a boring routine, we’d try new techniques from time to time. Sometimes we’d do BDSM – just as we did last night. I was the kidnapper, she the victim. I tied her hands to the bed posts as her breasts were bound, too. Her bound tits heaved as she twisted on the bed, trying to “escape” from me. However, I had bound her tight so she couldn’t really escape if she really worked hard to do it.
Her bound tits looked so sexy that I just couldn’t help myself – I inserted my cock between them. It was a nice sensation but I still prefer fucking her wet, slippery pussy. That thought gave me an idea. I ran to the bathroom and came back bringing her strawberry body wash. I placed a good amount between her breasts and inserted my cock again. This time, the sensation almost felt like I was fucking her pussy, sans the muscle contractions that she’d do to make sex more pleasurable.
Her soapy tits felt so nice that I knew I was going to cum hard on them. I increased the tempo and the swishing sound the movements caused almost sound like the slurpy noises her pussy would make when I fuck her and she’s very wet.
I fucked her bound tits like it was the first time we did so. She moaned as my cum hit her chin and neck, with some splattering on her face.