Ibrahim and Ebube are University students who are home for the holiday. In their attempt to get their groove on, Ibrahim's Aunt sneaks to watch them.
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"My people should be in bed," Ibrahim said as he unlocked the front door to his family's home. Ebube nodded hopefully, moving her eyebrows with a mischievous grin.
"It will be nice when we finally finish from university, and get a place of our own," she sighed hopefully.
"Another year at the university and we'll be on our way."
"Yeah, but until then this isn't so bad, they never bother us," Ibrahim said.
"That's true," Ebube admitted, entering the house.
"Is your aunty still interested in your relationship?"
"Yes," Ibrahim admitted embarrassed, closing the door behind him.
"I think it's fine," she said kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"She's just protecting your future and mine too I guess."
A street light just outside the house was partially blocked by the low hanging branches of a tree, causing portions of the room to be covered in darkness while others were very well lit.
Ibrahim admired the way she looked in her dress, holding her out at arms length to gaze upon her slender body. Pulling her close, his nose was filled with the sweet scent of her perfume and shampoo as he kissed her neck lightly. She traced his arms with her fingertips as she leaned her head back with an easygoing smile. Ibrahim stole glances down her top, the soft swell of her breasts barely tented the dress but they were breathtaking just the same.
The soft skin that was exposed called out to him, begging to be kissed.
Sitting on the chair, Ibrahim pulled Ebube down alongside him and slid his fingers over her breasts gently. The soft moan that escaped her lips encouraged him and he began to squeeze more firmly. She pulled his face close and parted his lips with her tongue and kissed him urgently.
Ebube crawled atop his lap facing him, knees on either side of his legs. Her slender body pressing him into the couch as they kissed noisily. Ibrahim pulled the straps of the light dress down across her shoulders and pushed his face between her braless breasts.
She joked that she didn't have much breasts more than mosquito bumps, but Ibrahim didn't care. Her nipples were very sensitive and when she became aroused their hardened state turned him on crazily. He lavished her breasts with the rough surface of his tongue, causing goosebumps to race across her chest.
Her sigh was music to his ears as she held the back of his head, pulling him tight against her skin. Ibrahim could feel the heat of her arousal on his leg.
Her dress had ridden up and bunched around her waist, leaving her panty-covered pussy dry humping the upper part of his thigh. She began to hump against him steadily and soon her gasps filled the room as a small orgasm overtook her.
She pushed him away and stepped off the chair to stand before him after she had calmed a little. With an innocent smile she slipped the dress off her body and did a little spin in just her underwear. She knelt before him and laid her head in his lap, her fingers running up along his inner thighs. Pressing her lips against his covered erection she mouthed him through his clothing. Ibrahim grumbled and pulled her head down as he pushed his groin upwards.


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