Author: Rhonda

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It’s time for a Battle for Your Wallet with Rhonda. Doesn’t that sound so fun! I’ll win, of course, because I’ll use your wants and needs to my advantage. Let’s start with the basics. First, look at me. I am perfection incarnate. Blond, perfectly toned body, slim waist, beautiful, voluptuous tits, and long legs that climb up to the most incredible perk round ass.

The exact woman you would never get in real life. You know it. We both know it. I’d never notice you in a room full of incredible men. You are beneath my attention. The only thing you truly offer me is your wallet.

I’ll take control right from the beginning, talking to you, questioning you, forcing you to face how far beneath me you really are.

I am your fantasy. What would you give from your pathetic little life that could enrich me? Right! You’re wallet.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Worshipping your Goddess Rhonda is your most ardent desire. Just being with me, having me listen to you on the phone, your body is already sizzling with excitement. But to touch me, that is beyond your wildest imagination.  Questions pop into your head. Do you deserve to be near me? Do you deserve my undivided attention? Deep down, you know you don’t. You are so far beneath me I should trample you. But instead, I have allowed you to call me. Don’t you feel blessed by your Goddess?

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Rhonda Playing with Sissy Bois. I love playing with sissy boys, femboys, and bois who just cannot turn into a man. Dressing up is fun. I have a closet full of sexy clothes, Some I will even share. I would start with some panties, pink maybe, silky against your freshly shaved groin. Stocking for your smooth as a woman’s legs. Maybe a short plaid skirt, you know, the style, the same as a schoolgirl uniform. A matching bra would be pink, something small for your little titties. The white blouse with the top three buttons spread open so we can see the top of your bra. I’d slip you into two-inch heels, red to match the skirt. We’d do up your hair, maybe even use a wig, and then finally perfect your face with such pretty, slutty makeup. Now, what shall we do?

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