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What can you expect when you call Princess Rhianna for some mind fuck and wallet plunder phonesex, you ask? Well, when I enter the examination room at the hospital, I see how much you want to breed me.

Your eyes take in my young, hot, fertile young body and you get so horny just at the sight of me in my tight white nurse’s uniform that you want to hump something right then and there. What would you give to fuck me pregnant? *giggle* Maybe the better question is…what wouldn’t you give to shoot a load into my tight young pussy hoping it might reach one of my many perfect, fresh young eggs….

However, it’s not going to happen. Because I immediately sense what a total loser you are and I would never let that deformed left leg loving dick of yours fuck me,

Do you know why I knew the moment I came into the room that you were a cuck loser? Well, it’s Because cuck losers like you emit a certain scent that tells even women who are not aware of it consciously, that you are not fit to breed with.

You do have pheremones, just like real men with nice big beautiful cocks do. Just like I do. But my pheremones tell everyone that I am a prime specimen. Yours tell everyone that you are a weak loser who needs to be controlled and never given the chance to procreate.

You see, as the Darwinian Principle of Survival of the Fittest dictates, losers like you will not reproduce.

There you sit, in your paper hospital gown sitting with your legs closed on the examining table. I walk up to you and smile but really I am thinking, this slow-witted loser is going to be sooo fun to mind fuck!

And what other uses can I put him to? For one thing, I am going to plunder his wallet! That’s right… control all your money.

I am going to flaunt my perfect body, toss my long blonde hair, bat my innocent big eyes and pretend that I might fuck you, let you breed me and all the time, I will just be using you like the pathetic loser cuckold bitch you are.

“Alright, Mr. Smith,” I say, “This may be a bit humiliating but I want you to get on all fours so I can examine you.”

“Yes, N-n-nurse,” you answer.

Aw, there’s that stutter of yours! And that is just another sign that you are meant to be culled from the herd.

“Spread your legs wide! Wider!”

You feel my hands, gloved in latex, examining your body.

And now I press those cold stainless steel instruments in all your most private places.

You are getting hornier by the minute. So turned on, and so intimidated by my perfection that you are shaking.

I examine that gross cum of yours, that disgusting clear precum under my microscope and it is just as I thought.

The few viable ***** you have are swimming in circles. And the rest are deformed. They have no tails and are repulsive.

“I’m sorry Mr. Smith but upon careful examination of your ejaculate, I see that you have very few viable ***** and without medical assistance, you will never be able to procreate without medical assistance. But, I can help you.

Of course, what I am thinking is of how much I am going to enjoy the money you give me to buy myself even more pretty things. And how much fun I am going to have giving you a mind fuck that will rip your cuck ass to shreds! *giggle*

But,  I smile at you, and twirl my hair around one finger and say, “What credit card are you going to be using for your mind fuck and wallet plunder phonesex tonight, loser?”

 

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