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Congratulations, wimp - you actually worked up the nerve to walk over and speak to a hot brat - hoping maybe tonight's your lucky night. You've got some fucking nerve, y'know that? Did you seriously believe a girl like me dates down? That I'd abandon the gym-built, thick-cocked Alphas I fuck because some trembling little reject with a boner summoned the courage to say hello? News-flash, beta... Every girl in the room noticed you, and every girl in that room laughed. But you didn't just embarrass yourself - you fucking insulted ME. Girls who look like me don't downgrade. We go home with real men. Approaching a girl of my quality is an offense, and offenses against Princesses carry penalties. This isn't a rejection you'll get to shrug off like the hundreds that have gone before... No, loser this one will be a lesson. You're gonna learn that, for you, girls like me are to be admired from a distance, drooled over from across the room, dreamed about in your sad little fantasies. By the time I'm finished ‘educating' you, the mere thought of chatting up an 8+ rated girl will make your stomach drop. You wanted a hot girl's attention? Congrats, virgin-boi... Now you've got it!

Enter the star of tonight's presentation: my big green silicone strap-on cock. Eight plus thickly ribbed inches of apology-cock, sized to match the grade of girl you disrespected. Girls of 8+ rated hotness earns you 8+ inches of ass-invader dick, that's the rule now. The real men I take home are bigger than you in every measurable way, and tonight your poor little ass is going to learn exactly what they feel like. Bend over, bitch. This is the closest you'll ever come to understanding what a woman sees in a real man - the stretch, the depth, the total fucking organ-rearranging trauma an XXL fuck-tool can do to someone. Uh-huh loser... I'm going to bottom-out inside of you over and over while I explain your new place in the pecking order. Every thrust drives the message deeper: you're not boyfriend material, you're not competition for the guys we date, you're just entertainment. You got that - you're the nerd we giggle and point at - not the guy who stands any fucking chance what-so-ever! And do you wanna know the funny part? You'll end up loving this apology-pegging punishment. Wimps like always do - you'll be moaning on my girl-dick like a cheerleader on prom-night - just you wait and see!

But a hard apology-fucking alone isn't enough - I want to hear you saying sorry too. A loud, sobbing, on-your-knees apology, repeated with every brutal stroke. And then you're going to recite your new lifestyle rules, loser. Uh-huh... You NEVER approach a hot girl ever again, okay? Not the 9s at the office, not the cute barista who smiles at you - any girl rated 8 or above is completely off limits, forever. Find a new coffee place, wimp, because that barista is way too cute for you to speak to now. The girl in accounting with the pretty smile? Change departments. You're allowed to look. You're allowed to ache. But your mouth stays zipped around any woman out of your league - and honestly?... that's pretty much all of them. You've forfeited the right to speak to us, and I'm going to hammer that home with 8+ of veiny silicone. Now beg for my cock before I start. Louder. I want you pleading and teary-eyed, apologising on every inch, promising Princess you've finally learned. By the time I've wrecked that ass, you'll be so grateful - and so thoroughly trained - that a nervous "hello" to the cute girl in the elevator will never cross your lips again. You're fucking welcome, loser.