Rebel Rhyders Gangbang Part 1 Of 2 With 7 Fluffers Gonzo Style Exclusive 🆕 Works 100%

This is not a party. A party ends. The Rebel Rhyders operate on perpetual momentum . They believe that stopping is death. So they don’t stop. When a Ryder falls asleep, a Fluffer props them up and puts sunglasses on them. When a Fluffer runs out of drugs, they snort the crushed bones of the last song that played. Scene Three: The Gonzo Interruption I lose two hours here. I’m told I gave a speech about the geopolitical implications of glow sticks. I’m told I tried to arm-wrestle Fluffer #1 and lost so badly I apologized to her clipboard.

Their faces are my face. My face is your face. This is not a party

We are all Rebel Rhyders now.

(Subscribers only. Probably illegal. Definitely essential.) Final Gonzo Disclaimer: The author did not actually snort anything except crushed ice. The 7 Fluffers are a real collective based out of a converted missile silo in the Mojave. The Rebel Rhyders do not exist. They also exist everywhere. If you understand this, you are the target audience. Ride hard. Fluff often. They believe that stopping is death

Now, hold on. Before you get the wrong idea—or the right idea, depending on your credit score—let me redefine the term. In the gonzo lexicon of the Rebel Rhyders, a "Fluffer" isn't what you think. Or maybe it is. But here, the Fluffers are the lubricant of the soul. The hype men. The women and non-binary warlocks who don’t just prepare the stage; they prepare reality . When a Fluffer runs out of drugs, they

is the one I just met. The Psy-Ops Cuddler.

She looks at me. Then at the Rhyders. Then she points to an unmarked door in the middle of the desert floor.