Jamal Murray Nudes Novels & Stories

I could hear him shuffling his drawers or table before finally lighting up his smoke. “Yeah? You wanna come?” Jamal asked again. For a moment I pondered, but I decided against being a pussy. Not in a shameful manner, but like coward-type level shit. “Yeah, fuck it… I’m coming. When and where?” “Ohhhhhh someone’s cuuummminnn hmmmmm…” Jamal moaned through the phone, probably cupping his balls for good measure. He was a freak and a clown like that.

I give my friends a fake smile and pretend to be interested in the unfolding video. Mahjub was sitting on a couch in a dark environment, illuminated by some colored lights, making it clear he was in a nightclub. The person filming was at a distance, but they managed to capture the image quite clearly. Mahjub was with a well-known runway model, her mouth locked on his in a kiss, while another woman was between his legs, her movements indicating she was doing something highly inappropriate.

I slide one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees. — No one touches her but me. The noise of the journalists reaches us here. I can feel their cameras behind the glass of the hallway, like insect eyes filming everything. I don’t care. Let them see. Let them understand that you don’t touch a Belval without plunging an entire world into chaos. I straighten up, Lyra in my arms, fragile and burning with blood. I turn my head toward the commissioner who has just arrived, his face defeated. — You will pay for this.

He pretended not to know. I knew he wanted me to say it. And I had no problem doing it. "I want your big cock in my pussy, Jamal. Now." His eyebrows shot up. He would need some time to get used to his risqué mate. But he didn't hate it. Not even a little bit. "Let’s go to bed." I shook my head and pushed myself away from him. "Here." I leaned over and grabbed the edge of the tub. Jamal stared at my perfect ass, which was now sticking out of the water. My pussy was right there below it, glistening with water and bubbles. He reached out and touched me.

The private gate opened. Jamal “J-Rex” Thompson, the world-famous Black NBA superstar and music mogul, stepped onto the terrace. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully sculpted body, his dark skin gleamed under the setting sun. He was known for dominating both the court and the charts. Victoria’s breath caught. “I don’t want the polite version tonight,” she said, voice husky. “I want the raw one.”

The first guy says. ~~~ "They are fucking loaded. " Jamal says strolling through his phone as he sees the content I*******m brings out when he searches Gianna Rae. "My intention was to derail them from their search when I figured it was Gianna they are searching for but I heard the 250k and I was like..." Nico imitates his jaw drop. "A vacation in the Bahamas?" Jamal shows Nico his phone which reveals a bikini picture of Gianna with her friends. "Hot, right?" "Do you know what is hot? 250k is." Nico mutters still staring at Gianna's bikini picture.

Kade replied frankly, continuing to undress. “What’s the matter, Karim?” Mully smirked. “Never seen a naked person before?” “Is this some weird sex cult?” Neither Kade nor Mully could hold back the laughter that erupted from them. Karim however, failed to see what was so funny about what he had said or why Kade was the only one now standing in only his boxers. Mully had made no attempts to follow suit and didn’t appear to plan on doing so either, leaving Karim even more confused about what was going on.

The room was dark and quiet, the only source of light being the fire place that burned and heated up the otherwise cold room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with a chair at both ends, Damian sat on one with Don and Leo standing behind him while Jamal Murray, a bald black man that looked to be in his mind forties with dark unforgiven eyes and a sharp cunning smile sat at the other with a stone faced guard standing behind him. Jamal was one of the few men who weren't born into this world but had managed to carve a place in it for themselves and he wasn't just some local boss running a small operation and raising his shoulders, He was the leader of the fucking Underground.

Jamaal and mystery man. ******