We weren’t even aware of the milk boiling and spilling over the shelf. It was when while kissing her still I lifted her and made her sit on the gran...te shelf, ouch the boiled milk touched her ass. I told her that she needs another pair of shorts now. I carried her in my arms to my room, removed her shorts, her panties also were wet, without taking her approval took them off too, I was mesmerized by her love hole. It was hairless, glistening with her juices, inviting me to suck them so badly. I. Fortunately, peace prevailed. Nevertheless, Gatsha was considered an oddball by the people of metropolitan Dumazile in spite of his royal title and family wealth. The only person who embraced him was the infamous Prince Andile Bafana, the playboy of the Imperial Zulu world. No one in the City of Dumazile knew that Andile Bafana and Gatsha, the two Princes, were actually lovers. Everybody knew they were the best of friends. At the University of Dumazile, where ten thousand of the Zulu Empire’s. "He continued stroking, and I was helpless to avoid his probing fingers as they slid just inside me with each stroke, every time flicking my clit. Soft moans escaped my lips as I squirmed more, and when I looked at Marcus, I could see the bulge in his shorts as that huge black cock struggled to escape."Had you better tell her now?" Robert said to Marcus. "She will find out for herself in about twenty minutes if you don't." "Tell me what?" I managed to say, trying to ignore the teasing. I switched nipples, and she changed her pace, now rubbing my cock head against her pussy lips her moans became shorter and more frequent. My cock was jumping at the opportunity of penetrating her as I pulled away from her tits I kissed her. Our tongues began to dance as I felt her melt in my arms, my cock resting between her pussy lips as she rocked back and forth on it, coating it with her juices. The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours, each of us lost in the passion (in reality is was.