Bikini Goddess Rhianna sees you
fondling your worthless little nub as she suns herself by the pool. She
corners you, towering over you in her hi heels, and proceeds to rip your
masculine ego into tiny little shreds. Will Rhianna command you to
masturbate for her amusement? Or will she verbally castrate you
completely. She decides. Not you. Imbecile.
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