“Good girl,” he grinned. I can’t believe he called me ‘girl.’ I wanted him inside me more than ever now.He moved to the bed, sitting on it, ...aiting for me to guide his cock in me. “Here you go, baby. It’s all yours, girl.”I put my hands on his shoulders, a leg on the bed, grabbed his dick and guided it to my pussy. I put my other leg on the bed and slowly squatted, lowering myself onto his perfect pussy-loving pole.“Ahhh! Ty-Tyrell!” I gasped for air when he was all the way in. He simply held. This is the account I shall be using from now on, and is the story I posted on the previous account**Hi, my names Matt, I'm in my early 20's about 155 lbs, standing 5'11, with a dirt blonde/ brown hair, blue/ grey eyes, slightly athletic build and about 7 inches long, uncut with trimmed pubic hair. This is my first ever erotic story, so please go easy on me but hopefully you'll enjoy. Story is completely fictional too. So I was invited to a nude house party by one of my work colleagues, Tina.. ‘Can’t have you drunk,’ he said with a wink and ordered her a glass of water. ‘Come on, you’re killing the fun for the girl,’ Chris whined. ‘You can’t have her drinking fucking water all night.’ ‘Don’t worry, I’m still having my beer,’ Elle said and laughed when Chris gave her a high-five. Moments later, another one of Taylor’s friends rounded everybody up and made their way to the dance floor. Elle was not much of a dancer so she just stepped her feet from side to side and kept her body. “Could I have a glass of water first?”Then I ordered my favorite drink, a Manhattan and sat going over in my mind my conversation with Doctor Mellnor. The cocktail tasted delicious and warmed me as it went down and I was soon feeling a bit more mellow. All the edges of life seemed less annoying. I loved the feel of a very good city bar, I always have. The bartender returned with a second drink and leaned close to say, “The gentleman at the other end of the bar would like to buy you a drink. Is.