Jamal Murray Nudes Novels & Stories

She collapsed against him, her bare tits pressing into his athletic chest, as she writhed on Jamar's big black dick. "Mmmmmm..." Jamar groaned from deep in his throat as the blonde's teenage pussy pleasured his entire length, squeezing and massaging every square inch of his massive dick. Feeling her tits ballooning out against his bare chest felt amazing and the way she made that big booty bounce! Jamar couldn't believe what had he been missing out on.

Jamal asked, pausing the game. I dropped onto the couch, still smelling like sex. “Just left the clinic. Finished my cleaning… and fucked Nelly raw on the exam table.” Tyler’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way. You for real?” “Deadass,” I said, laughing. “Had her screaming my name, tits bouncing everywhere, creaming all over my dick. Filled her pussy up. She’s probably still lying there leaking my cum right now.” Jamal started hyping me immediately. “That’s my fucking captain! You finally bagged the big tit nurse! After all that ignoring shit you pulled? Legend move!”

Hungry. Jamal stepped forward first, his massive 14-inch BBC already rock hard and throbbing. The head alone was thicker than most men’s wrists. He pushed me onto my back on the bed, grabbed my ankles, and spread my legs obscenely wide. He rubbed the fat, leaking head up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. “You sure this little pussy can handle me, baby?” he asked with a cocky smirk. I didn’t answer with words. I just reached down, spread my pussy lips wider, and looked him dead in the eyes.

"It doesn't. Ryan..." Ryan laughed. "Can you guys stop talking about me? It's my mate, not yours". They stared at him, admiring how he could laugh in a situation like this. "Right now, Jamal and I are the same. His mate is not here and I do not have a mate either. So while Jabal waits for Ariana and Jasmine goes on a stroll will Kelvin, we can keep playing our games right? Jamal?" Jamal nodded with a smile. "Sure". He picked up the gamepads and threw one of them to Ryan who caught it and sat up.

“Make sure you watch over your mum while I’m gone, okay?” Jamal nodded enthusiastically, his little face glowing with pride. “I will, Uncle Damian. Pinky swear!” He extended his tiny pinky, and Damian linked his own with a smile. Damian’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he asked, “And remember, if any man comes close to your mummy, what did I teach you to say?” Jamal straightened, his voice loud and confident as he recited Damian’s line, “Lay your hands off my mummy, nigga, or else Uncle Damian will beat your ass!”

“You like what you see, Liam?” I could only nod. The game kept going. Clothes came off slowly. Soon I was down to just my boxer briefs, cock straining hard against the fabric. Noah was completely naked in his chair, stroking himself slow and steady, eyes never leaving me. Marcus dealt the next hand. I lost again. “Briefs,” Jamal said, his voice rough. “Take them off nice and slow.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. My face burned as I pushed them down.

The shower water was conveniently hot, cascading down my tense muscles and sensitive under, easing the storm of thoughts in my head. Why was Jamal looking at me like that? What was his problem? I stayed under the water longer than necessary, letting it wash away the confusion, the discomfort—and the arousal I didn’t want to admit was there. Finally, I turned it off and tiptoed out, still dripping. My towel. Damn. I’d forgotten it in my room. I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the room, completely naked. And froze. Jamal was standing in the middle of the room. Slightly facing the window, his sleeves still rolled up, chest slightly exposed. I could see the ink on his arms, the ha

After making myself cum for the first time in years I decided to shave my entire body, so I was completely smooth all over. I crossed my legs and watched as Jamal nervously walked in. His eyes were doing their best to not look at me, but they were failing. He was in baggy blue jeans and a white vest that really did show off his big, muscular, ebony body. "I... I'll get looking." He stuttered. For such a big, hot guy, he seems very nervous.

I pick out nude flats—grass and heels don’t mix—and when I come out of the closet, Jamal is standing there. He’s wearing a light purple button-down and khakis. His eyes meet mine, red-rimmed and tired. Naomi gives us a small, knowing smile. “You’ve got five minutes. I’ll be in the living room.” Then she slips out, quietly closing the door behind her. I’m staring at the floor when I hear his voice. Raspy. Broken. “You look beautiful, Bella.” I look up. Even now, even with the gaping hole where Gregory should be, Jamal’s gaze makes my heart flutter.

Jamal was down, freshened up, and dressed in casual denim pants with stylish rips, a white top, and a black denim jacket. "I'll be back," Jamal said, rushing out of the house. Luther had a smile split on his face as he watched Jamal leave. He would give anything to make Jamal stay gone for the rest of the day. Quickly, he picked up his phone and texted Zoey, telling her that he was already on his way and she better be there before him. * Jamal looked through each section of movies, ranging from sci-fi, action, and now…romance. Visiting a video rental shop alone has never felt this lonely. He's never been here with anyone, though, because, back then, he loved his privacy.