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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