Jamal Murray Nudes Novels & Stories

Ivy opened the bathroom door and paused. Most of the lights were off, save for those built into the headboard. Killam lay on his back, one foot propped on his other knee, looking at something. "I'm done," she announced. He popped up, giving her a first look at his shirtless chest. His skin was a smooth, golden brown. There wasn't a tattoo or scar on him. Just rippling muscles right down to the waistband of his athletic shorts. She swallowed and side-stepped, giving him a wide berth.

Marley's POV The mahogany table shone under the overhead light like an altar ready for sacrifice and Mara our sacrificial lamb. She lay sprawled, completely naked except for that t gold wedding ring still circling her finger. Her skin was flushed pink, her nipples hard as pebbles, and her shaved pussy glistening with arousal. She looked fucking ruined already, when we'd not even done half of what I had in store for her tonight. “Fill her up again,” I ordered Jamal and Lena.

It was a screenshot from her roommate, Tasha. The image showed Jayla’s bare breasts, the one she’d sent Justin six months ago when they were still good. Her dark nipples tight from the cold dorm room air that night, the silver hoop piercing glinting under the lamp. Below it, another screenshot: her ass in the mirror selfie, cheeks spread just enough to show the pink slit between them, fingers holding herself open the way he’d begged her to. The caption read: “Campus bicycle finally leaked, who's next?”

She kicked off her shoes and walked into the living room, stopping dead. Jamal was on the floor doing push-ups. Shirtless. His back and arms flexed with every smooth movement, sweat shining on his dark skin under the evening light. The muscles in his shoulders and down his sides looked powerful but not showy. He didn’t notice her at first, focused on his count. Mia stood there longer than she should have, keys still in her hand. Heat crept up her neck. When he finished and pushed up to his knees, he caught her staring.

’ I’m charm to know more about this photography club now. “What’s wrong with you? Arthur.” I tell myself, knowing very well that I’m not myself. “How do you plan on doing that?” I curiously ask Justin. “That’s when you come in.” Justin excitedly adjusts her seat and looks straight at me. “I need you to take a nude picture of yourself, to post.” “Excuse me?!” I shockingly said. “What the fuck do you mean?” I ask again, I can’t place whether I heard right or something else.

I asked for this and there's no way I can get out of it now. Once Jamilla was gone I went to change into my workout clothes, coming out I found that he was stretching those muscles of his and I have to say from where I was standing I had a good view to them and I got to say , the man looks so damn good that I just want to throw myself on the floor and say " take me". " Are you done daydreaming or do you still want more time?" And he opens his mouth ruining my moment " ugh, such a joy killer" I say under my breath.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

I arrived for the final scheduled session already trembling with anticipation and nerves. Jax had texted me earlier: “Tonight we break all limits. Wear nothing under your clothes. Be ready to beg.” I stepped into the gym wearing only a loose tank top and sweatpants that I stripped off the moment the door closed. Naked. Exposed. Heart pounding. Jax was waiting, shirtless and imposing, the gym lights casting sharp shadows over his ripped physique. On the bench lay new toys, a larger anal plug, nipple clamps, and a thick vibrating dildo.

Shit got real when I defeated Henry, Jordan, Noah and put Jamal in a tight spot. “Shit!” He cursed as he glued his eyes to the screen. “What the fuck did you say to him?” “Some magic words,” Cyrus shrugged, leaning into me even closer now to get my camera. “How does this work?” He mumbled, fumbling with it while I worked hard to keep my eyes on the prize. “Oh! Smile!” The camera shuttered and the flash pulled a groan from everyone. “Cyrus! Fuck you, man! You ruined my shot!” Jamal screamed, jumping to his feet in desperation. “Oh no no no! You did that on purpose!”

He turns her around getting on top of her with his whole fat body weight upon her. Jamal stared at his slut with lust filled in his eyes. Neha was having a hard time in controlling her emotions. At this moment she was so much turned on that she wanted him to remove her clothes and do things with her. "Allah has given you amazing boobs. I can have them the whole night and still can't get enough of it." Saying so he lowers his face and places a kiss on her left boob which is still covered with bra cups but it is transparent too. He looked up into her eyes as he saw her closed eyes and took that covered nipple in his mouth and the moment his lips touched her buds her back arched up in a sudden