A true monster cock
Part I It started out as one of the worst dates I’d ever had. He was good looking enough, to be sure… tall, blonde, and decent muscles showed through the nice suit. And he had money. Designer sunglasses hid his emerald eyes while he drove, and when he laid them down; it was on the dash of a beautiful blueFerrari convertible. But his arrogance was overwhelming. “Order whatever you want, babe,” He said as he offered me the menu, then added, “I can afford anything, especially when I’m about to bag a hottie like you.” About to bag me! “Salad’s fine, thanks,” I said when the waiter came by. I didn’t want anything heavy on my stomach when I dumped this creep. It was surprising we made it through the meal at all, since the …